for real.

Clawing for your dream to become real can be a bit exhausting, if it goes on long enough.

But God knows, you definitely have to go after what you want in full force if you’re seriously determined to make it real.

 

In order for most of us to claim our deepest desires:

to lose fat once and for all,

to cruise to a six-figure income,

to hold the keys to your beach house, 

to finally caress the hand of your everlasting mate,

we need to start acting more like a kid instead of a pissed-off, overwhelmed, confused,

and irritated grown-up.

 

Once you decide you are READY to acquire that dream,

the activity that must consume your “efforts” is playing

MAKE BELIEVE.

 

Use every pocket of me-time: when you’re in the shower, on the toilet,

driving,

or right before bed

to daydream VIVIDLY!

 

What’s new in your wardrobe when you’re 10 pounds lighter?

How does it feel to look at your bank statements after you’ve easily paid your credit card bill and sent extra money to your investment accounts?

Describe the kitchen and bathroom in your beach house.

What does your everlasting love say to you on Sunday morning?

 

Daydream the questions.

The answers become your vision.

 

Then PRETEND.

Feel that darn dream as if it’s real right now. And feel it again tonight. And feel it again in the car. And again when you take the dog for a walk. And again tomorrow.

Act like it’s real.

 

Eat the foods someone 10 pounds lighter would eat.

Send money to your nieces every month.    

Go to HomeDepot and select the cabinets and tiles you’re gonna use for the kitchen remodel in your beach house.

Wake up feeling that you’re seen and loved.

 

Actively MAKE BELIEVE your dream is real RIGHT NOW.

And like a crazy adult or a creative child, boldly PRETEND you are living your dream every single day without cease.

Pretty soon, really,

pretty soon,

you will live it

for real.

for real

www.michellebernardspeaks.com

 

I’m addicted.

I’m a junkie. I study like a freak. I devour programs on self-growth, energy healing, spiritual principles, bodywise information.

I don’t need to go back to school again–ever. There’re teachers offering brilliant stuff online that really digs deep intellectually. Lisa Nichols. Anne Lamott. Danielle LaPorte. Tony Robbins. Brendon Burchard (Imma take a breath…)

I am addicted.

And here’s the problem: when I find myself stuck in somebody’s

virtual classroom more than I’m out in the world actually using my education,

then being a life-long “studier” becomes a blanket to hide under. 

Sometimes life-long students need to close the books and get wise by doing.

Me. Now.

 

anne lamott quote
anne lamott

reach.

reach.

beating under skin

that knows

certain uncertain 

life. 

pushing breath into sound.

she writes herself

with her body.

her stories dance.

I am a WILD journaler. I journal every morning of every day of every week with a pen.

I journal my feelings with dance whenever I get the chance. Won’t you join me?

See my JOURNALS HERE.

More about DANCE WITH THE WILD coming soon!

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unknown.

spend a morning in the wilderness,

the mind.

your journal can get you there.

the wilderness,

where first is revealed  

the dense and chaotic terrain

that threatens to lose you to your feelings.

tangled and constricting feelings are vines squeezed between your lips

around your ankles

binding you still

suffocating you quiet.

wild writing upsets the stillness

rattles the quiet 

wreaks injurious blows into the familiar.

makes you flail for a gulp of air

for loudness to rush wind through your throat

a burst of bravery

breaking you from your past

the familiar knowledge of the past has controlled you

the familiar past, a protector of harm

has kept you safe from being able to grow wild

or daring

or free.

 

so go there

with a pen

into

the unknown

and write yourself wild

again.

——–unknown

I’m clicking away at another book.

About journaling. It’s been my morning thing. For years. Through many cities, jobs, dates, lovers, goals–I’ve written it all down in mini capsules. My journals.

The wisest advice has come to me through journaling, because, seriously, there exists some sage that shows up on the page. She directs my hard-head to let go of old sh#t and dares me to step hard right on up to life’s counter to take what I’m worth. She, the voice, also listens to me ruminate over and over and over about the same ole worn-out story, till she can’t take it anymore. What better-a-friend than she?

Have you got one? A journal. Any kind of bound paper thingy will do. Just start. Same time of day or night, 5-7 days a week. Twenty+ minutes.

Write your dreams, your doubts, your highs, your trials, your irritations, your storms, your possibilities, your realness.

After just 30 days of journaling, notice how it rattles your tamed mind, makes you ask wild questions of yourself, tells you what you’ve been dying to know, stirs you to cut the vines away from your throat so you can breathe.