Stepping out of the mud


Big Fisch and I took a weekend to plant ourselves in-front of the fireplace and vision plan.

We dreamt and drafted visions for ourselves both individually and as a couple, addressing a ton of questions and making a lot of lists.

Who do we want to be? What do we believe? How do we want to live? What will we accomplish? How then will we do it?

Short term and long term, we talked away with a list of goals.

It sounds a bit cheesy. And it is. We’re nothing if not a little cheesy.

But it’s also energizing and empowering and in my opinion, necessary.

We do it constantly in business to maximize our resources and impact; why do we not do it in our own lives to navigate how we spend our time?

I think my favorite part of our vision planning was crafting our life mission statements.

It forced us to take a step back, think through our values, our life calling, and our goals, and wrap them into one; essentially answering the question, “who am I as a person?”

Since writing it, I’ve gone back to my mission many times, rereading it, making myself say the words out loud.

There just seems to be power in hearing the truth of who you are from your own voice. I guess it becomes one of my “baby girl” self pep talks, in  a way.

I don’t mean “power” in the “I’m so great, hear me roar” kind of way, but rather in the liberating, grounding, chase-away-the-lies kind of way.


It’s easy to get sidetracked from who we were created to be. So easy. I feel like I can be prone to getting stuck in the mud, and somehow the stench of the mud starts to not smell so bad and my mind says “ehh, why move? We’ve grown comfortable here, haven’t we?”

But the thing about comfort is that it actually leaves very little room for any growth at all. Comfort says “come, put up your feet and stay awhile. Relax your mind and just be. No need for thinking.”

Comfort at times is just what we need, lest we lose our minds. But comfort was never where we were intended to live our lives for long on this earth; not while there’s still so much work to be done.

It blows my mind that I can look up at a big, all knowing God, and ask…who did You make me to be? And He answers.

He answers in the passions that stir me, in the burdens that weigh upon my heart, and by the unique parts of life that make me tick. And I then begin to understand some purpose, in the midst of an enormous amount of uncertainty.

So I find myself rereading my mission statement time and time again. And many times all I can think is, “how the heck am I supposed to be this person? How do I live consistently and authentically? How do I step out of the mud?” I fall so short.

I don’t always know the answer. Yet the undeniable truth remains that I was not called to be the first perfect person. Can I get an amen?

Thank the good Lord He’s got perfect covered.

But I was called to be persistent, purposeful, and intentional.

And let’s face it, a little cheesy and crude.

Vision planning is one tool Big Fisch and I use to live intentionally. If you feel like being cheesy too, I highly recommend it.

Yours truly,

– Tiny Fisch