Did you notice the tag line under my blog title? It says “manifesting the life of my dreams, one thought at the time”.
I should make it clear that, on average, I am a pretty happy person. Indeed, I am blessed with my health, family, roof over my head, blablabla... I KNOW I have enough to be grateful for. And I am. Really.
So, is it a good life? By all means. Is it a great life? Sometimes. Is it a life extraordinaire? Well, I wouldn’t put it that way. After all, I don’t live in a mansion, I don’t spontaneously fly my mom and sister over for a shopping spree in New York (my treat), I have not written any best sellers, I don’t have weekly couples massages with my husband, I have not taken a month off to live in an ashram and I have not bought my daughter a horse yet.
Do I aspire these goals? May be. I don’t know.
In another post I will happily give you some good laughs insights into the deeply rooted beliefs that limit my thinking (and you know what they say: “What we think we become”). But considering this is only our 3rd date, I don’t want to scare you of too much.
I think I’ll start with a new vision board. Always a good
way to let your fantasy run wild and dare to dream a little bigger. In the next
few days I’ll start cutting in magazines, collecting pictures of all the things
I want to do, have and be. As soon as I pasted them all into an inspiring
collage, I will share it with you. If you promise not to laugh. It might have a
picture of a tight, cellulite-free butt. Yes, that’s one of my wishes.
A vision board gives you a more clear idea of what it is that you want exactly.
You can’t order just any car from the Universe. It will never arrive. You need
to be specific. I like this example that Mike Dooley gives on one of his CD’s: Imagine
sitting in a restaurant and ordering soup. The waiter comes back with tomato
soup and you say “oh no, I don’t like tomato soup”. So the waiter goes back to
the kitchen and a few minutes later he returns with minestrone soup. Mwah, that’s
not really what you had in mind either. Again, the waiter heads back to the
kitchen, only to return minutes later with clam chowder this time… Well, you
get the point: you won’t get the perfect soup anytime soon if you don’t ASK specifically
for what you want.
In case the Universe (or my husband) is reading this blog: I want an Audi Q7, bio-diesel. Should I specify the color too?

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