Open mind, Big dreams, Wild heart, are the words on the front of a journal that I just got. Its purpose is to hold my dreams until they come to fruition. Some will manifest, and some won't. Does that mean that I did something wrong? No. Maybe I was a bit ridiculous, imagining what I was thinking. Hopefully, I was ridiculous, and hopefully, I'll continue.
The dreams you hold in your heart today that you can see so clearly, that you can taste and smell as though you were right there, may not come to be. However, every single dream that you have is pivotal in your evolution. All of it is a journey towards you becoming...
Who You Were Born to Be...
What you're here to do...and,
What you're meant to have.
Dreams change. You get redirected. Nothing may happen the way that you thought it would. Where did you go wrong? - You didn't, and...You can't.
The path to dreaming is wildly imaginative, silly, and fun. It comes with an invisible eraser that lets you get rid of things...
After returning home from some early morning errands, I went to sit in the family room. Coffee on the table to my right, feet on the small black ottoman, blanket on my legs and then, of course, cat on my legs.
I smile as I look to my left. Oliver sleeps curled up on a blanket next to me. Yes, I am a crazy cat lady.
I reach for my book, open it to where I last left off and remove the raffle ticket that is marking my place in the book. I started using it as a bookmark after I attended an event I went to a couple of weeks ago, or has it been longer? Removing the bookmark, I glance at the page and read a couple of lines. I find my spot and begin to read.
The sunlight coming through the front window is distracting. I lift my head and gaze out the window. Though it may not be appealing to some, I'm looking at the inside of three Alberta Spruce trees. They were supposed to Dwarf Alberta Spruce trees, but they didn't get the memo. They stand 14-16 feet tall....
Last night I started to reflect on the journey I started almost nineteen years ago. I've done a lot of work on myself through the years, and this morning when I woke up, I was ready to acknowledge all of it.
I could hear a voice in my head, "It's time to get on with it."
Today is my birthday, and I committed to starting my blog today. Why today? Because I turned fifty-four today.
As I write this, I can feel emotions moving through me. A little voice tells me it's not fair. Another voice tells me that it's time to get the fuck on with it. It's time to live the life that you're meant to live. What are you waiting for?
The truth is, I'm feeling a little nervous. In some ways, I don't care about what people think of me, but in another way...I Care Deeply.
You see, I want to help women live their lives to the fullest. I want to see you grow and expand your life in a way that you never imagined before. And, I fear that if I show up with all of my warts and imperfections, the very thing...