your heart will be persistent
even if you leave it to wither in a shoe box
even if you flatten it and use it as a bookmark to save your place
even if you bury it in the garden between the bossy rows of peppermint
your heart will keep on trying to tell you
what you need to know
to be able to survive
to be able to go on
to be free.
when you are ready to listen
when you are ready to know
when you’re ready to let go
your heart will say to you
you’re the one that I want.
What are you waiting for?
Are you actually waiting? For the right moment, the courage, a magic stick to tap the back of your ear and bless you with stock, proficiency, and magnetism?
Well, here it is.
I am waving my… uh… give me a moment…
Pretend it is the wand you’ve been expecting, and let it anoint you with
the drive and decision you always hoped this day would give you.
Now, become the person you’ve imagined.
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When we ruminate over a thought,
or an outcome; we are using our imagination.
When we talk about what we want,
what we believe,
what we fear; we are using our imagination.
When we stay up all night because our mind is unleashed and running rampant between layers and streams and matrices of thoughts; we are using our imagination.
Whenever we daydream, we are using our imagination.
How are you using your imagination?
Your imagination has the magnetic force to attract to you its image.
Your imagination is filled with the pictures that encapsulate your burning desire or your belief about what’s possible.
Hopefully what you believe to be possible is also your burning desire.
If not, well that’s what you need to
fix reconfigure right now.
author of LEAN HAPPY HEALTHY YOU
and other ravishingly motivational journals
I had a plan. It certainly didn’t include being single in my late forties. If I knew this future 10 years ago, I would have thrown a temper tantrum at the angels.
I am single. I’m 49. And I am happier today, yesterday, and the day before. I cannot remember feeling this free as a girl, as a woman, in every part of my life.
I feel finally complete as I continue to untame myself, to drop my guard, my masks, my potions.
I am giddy and wild again like a curious child playing with the toys in her chest.
I whisper sweet thanks to experience. And Spirit responds to this exchange.
This story of my completeness I wish to share with my sisters who cry out to be loved by another as a sign of life, and worth.
First set your Self free. Let her thrive in realness.
I would tell her to listen to the opening note of the song you always wanted to sing. This tune will enliven you. Sing it.
I would tell her Wave Your Magic over miles of dreams and fears, and follow every hunch that brushes your cheek.
I would tell her love is an unwrapped present you carry with you all the time. It’s been with you during all those misshapen relationships and solo Friday night dinners.
Once you realize this, open it. Open your gift. It’s wild and untamed inside, made pure and rare, so don’t change it.
You will have opened your full Self, and she’s exactly who you’ve been looking for all this time.
I’m getting a dose of this every week.
maybe you don’t like to swim,
could care less about Sport.
This is for you if you live with your arms open to life.
This is for you if your dream is so big in your BODy that you have vaccinated yourself against NO.