Have you ever done a vision board? If not, let me tell you, they are the bomb diggity! They are a visual representation of your goals and dreams and are a great tool for helping you remember and focus on what you want to achieve. I have faithfully done one for about the last seven years. I love the process--the dreaming, the refining, finding the pictures and then smooshing them all on one page. And, of course, if you know me you'll know that I love laminating and so that final touch solidifies my goals and makes them unchangeable. Put your vision board somewhere where you can see it every day. I have two--one in my office and one in my bathroom (yes, both are laminated!). Look at them and recall the excitement you felt when you dreamed the dreams. Use the pictures to strengthen you when you're feeling low or when you've lost your focus. It doesn't have to be pretty and it doesn't have to make sense to anyone but you....
The earth stood still today. No, it wasn't because the planets were aligned. No, it wasn't because yesterday's date was 10/10/10 (which happens only once every 1000 years) No, it wasn't because the month of October has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays, in it which, according to Facebook (and we know how reliable that is),only happens once every 823 years. No, it was more phenomenal then all of that. It was because I ironed. Sheets. Yes, I actually ironed sheets. Now, you need to understand that I only pick up my iron to move it from one location to another. Typically if something needs ironing one of three things happens: 1. it stays wrinkled 2. it hangs in my closet until gravity pulls the wrinkles out over time 3. I go and buy a new item of clothing. I just don't iron! So why did I do it today, you may ask? It was my front load washer and dryer's fault. It made Kiki's new bedding so wrinkly that I just could not stand to let ...
We Meet Again I would address him with a cool, 'hello there, handsome' as if it our meeting had been mere coincidence. It wasn't--I'd gone seeking for him and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. Across the room he stood, in that familiar blue jacket--only slightly tattered and torn--the mere thought of touching it caused my skin to flinch and flutter. Like a moth to the flame I inched across the room ignoring the shouting inside my head : 'he's not the only fish in the sea--go find another!' My eyes focussed intently on the one 'fish' for me and I pushed forward. We'd met years earlier: I was younger, less worldly, and oh so vanilla and he was anything but. He regaled me with tales of adventures (he liked to call them missions), travels to off-beat destinations, and tete at tetes with world leaders. I was heady on his words and he would grin as he teased me with a little 'ubiquitous' here and an 'avant-garde' there. Was i...
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