HOPE IS AN ANCHOR FOR THE SOUL
I had this vision. My life contained inside a box. In that box is all I love and cherish. There is also society and its expectations. A large extended family with strong opinions and wills who I love so very deeply. People who believe in God and people I love who don't. It is my life, my world in this box. It's a good life, comfortable and secure. Yet I feel something deep inside, a burning desire to be and do more. I am being called and I am listening but I am scared.
I AM THE SUPERHERO OF MY OWN LIFE
I've been working on my timeline. My life timeline, the day I was born up to this current year. I simply started with writing out the year I moved. Then schooling. Then jobs. Then relationships. Marriage. Kids. Then major traumas. I made it simple. I worked from the easy facts to the major emotional shifts. You get the picture... I just tried to write down anything that came to me. As I reflected I realized all the times in my life I have persevered. I mean seriously
How S.M.A.R.T. goals almost killed my dream
Martin Luther King didn't say he had a goal he said he had a DREAM. When I read this recently in a blog by Pam Grout, I felt a deep sensation of a truth, an aha moment. We don't get excited about a goal, we get excited about the manifestation of our dreams.... just listen to the difference as you say out loud "I have a goal" vs. "I HAVE A DREAM". At one point in my life I felt a need, a huge desire to reconnect to the inner determination and drive that I seemed to have mispl