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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.
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had spaghetti dinner with Donna and the band and her husband, Bruce, before her concert in California 1984
spent the weekend with Donna’s personal secretary at her apartment in Beverly Hills and got to meet Mimi, Donna’s first daughter, who was there when we arrived
then the next summer I got to do it again.
I hung out backstage in the green room the next year from 4pm until Donna’s concert started, then returned backstage for the after-show party. I was 16.
As a sixth grader on the playground during elementary school recess in Iowa, I was prophesying my future.
“How are you going to do that, Michelle?”
It was a valid question.
To everyone I seemed merely a wishful kid singing and hoping my heart out in a little city in the midwest.
But you see, I did NOT NEED TO KNOW how it would happen to believe it would.
I felt like it was gonna happen.
My vision and feeling were the only proof I needed to know I’d meet Donna Summer one day.
And I ended up spending time with her twice. Hours and hours of time with her!
I learned at 11 that you can declare your vision and construct a real-life happening from your faith. You need to feel your vision like it’s real.
I’ve been doing it ever since.
What is your vision? Are you seeing it every morning and night with me like we planned? Visit my Facebook page so you can join me in seeing your future as real right now!
tap into your winter wonderland ➻ your mind.
devote a little time every day to create the You and life you really want.
visit your creation every single day–inside your imagination–I’m going to!
welcome to your future.
pick 1 or 2 burning desires and commit to visualizing them. see, feel, hear, and know them like they’re really real for 2-10 minutes during your morning routine. do it again before you go to bed.
see your future wonderland every morning and before bed for the rest of this year.
use the audio below to jazz up your visioning ♛
author of LEAN HAPPY HEALTHY YOU
and other ravishingly motivational journals
Clawing for your dream to become real can be a bit exhausting, if it goes on long enough.
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.
Use every pocket of me-time: when you’re in the shower, on the toilet,
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?
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.
I remember when that lopsided tree in the backyard was one wind gust from falling down on our new house.
We closed on the house in late August. My first house. By November Hurricane Sandy almost caused our upstairs bedroom to crash into our kitchen. Sandy had pulled at least 14 trees out of the ground on surrounding streets. Welcome to the neighborhood.
I ended up leaving that little Cape Cod home anyway. My husband will continue to live in our house while we uncouple. I’ve mourned then found the calm to settle all that loss. I’m grateful for what those things were to me and what they
made helped me become.
Things aren’t permanent. Stuff might last, it might not. And I’ve tried not to hold on to stuff as tightly as I used to. It’s a daily effort.
As I watch the sky go from gray to white to regular to gray, I feel Jose’s breath coming behind Irma’s.
I’m giving to the people who’ve survived Irma in the ways that I can.
I’m also giving thanks in general. Grateful.
I’m grateful for my freedom. My freedom to change. Freedom to let go when I need to or have to.
I’m grateful for the freedom (and courage) to move onward to what calls me forward.
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