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.
i love ya
sutures of creativity
stitched into my brain.
mountains of experience.
peaks made from memories,
This is from my movement journal. I write to journal, too.
I am a WiLD journaler. I sit with paper/pen/cold coffee every morn of every day. The journal is a mirror.
I have seen myself.
Are you ready to change your body, get fit, tight, sculpted, super-hero-ed up?
Are you ready to finally say YES and commit to doing your dream?
NNNNN! [buzzer to signal a re-direction]
You will never be ready.
There’s no such thing as ready.
There’s no such thing as the perfect time, place, or amount. The Red Sea is not going to part for you to finally commit to your transformation.
There is not going to be an opening of any sort in REAL life for you to do the healthier version of yourself.
There is only ➠DECISION.
And you can make the decision right NOW
☝︎NO MATTER WHAT’S GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE.
Life will not give you ➠READY.
You have to decide with all your heart you are willing to live inside the full-throttle amplitude of your dream.
Don’t let the year go to waste. Instead of balling up another year and tossing it into the can, write your life into realness and super-ness.
Pay attention. You’re about to experience the best jam you’ve ever had.
You don’t have to let your time fly by.
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listen to what see says to answer Johnny at 1:54-ish… she recorded her best-selling music shortly after this interview ➠ LAST DANCE, BAD GIRLS, HOT STUFF, DIM ALL THE LIGHTS, ON THE RADIO…
I met her
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.
I had told everyone in my town I was going to meet Donna Summer.
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.
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