happinessoverhaul

See what the Universe can do?

For my vision board I had found a picture of a collection of pretty white hobnail milk glass.  And what did my friend Amy walk in with? A white hobnail milk glass vase. See how the Universe works? I had not even pasted the picture on my poster board yet...

Actually, I haven't put anything on my vision board yet.  Doesn't that characterize my life? I only ended up with more clips from magazines to put with my huge stack of dreams, desires and hopes...

It wasn't just me who didn't manage to complete a vision board yesterday. Eleven fabulous friends came together, all equipped with piles of magazines, scissors, glue and poster board. But will you believe that only 2-3 of us went home with a finished product? Yeah, you guessed it. They are the "do-ers", the movers and shakers in our circle. You know what they say... you get out of life what you put into it.

I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.

After I make my 'old fashioned' vision board with paper, scissors and glue this Sunday I will move on to making a digital version. Girl, I am going Godspeed now. You want change? How fast can you handle it?

Look at this clip that I dusted off. When I first discovered it, probably two years ago, I sent it to all my friends and family. May be twice. Possibly three times. That's how excited I was about the energy of this slightly neurotic but brilliant guy (common', you wish you thought of something that simple....).

Here's one of my favorites. Quick, fast and to the point. See if it inspires you too. And if you DO make one, will you share? I will show you mine, if you show me yours!

Now there's something to write in my gratitude journal!

I am so excited. This Sunday at my house: vision boarding with a group of inspirational girlfriends who are all like minded! Pictures will follow.

Vision boarding (it's a verb now!) to help set goals

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.

See, that’s the thing with my life. I don’t really KNOW what it is that I desire. I don’t really know how to dream BIG. I am too modest. I used to think it’s ungrateful of me to ask the Universe for more. I am already this blessed, isn’t it greedy to want a brand spanking’ new SUV while there are people who can’t even afford to take the bus? But then I discovered the real housewives of Orange County and decided I am not nearly asking enough.