I used to think (most of my life) that I was the kind of girl who would always be on the outside looking in. Most of my childhood was filled with watching and coveting other families and their comfortable houses, new clothes and fun family vacations. Don’t get me wrong my Mother who was a single parent with five kids was a blast but we were very poor and never owned our own home, or new clothes for that matter. We ended up being very comfortable with disappointment and the reality that those kinds of things were just not in our ball park. However, my mom was a big believer in goal setting and visualizing our dreams, but it seamed that’s all we did… visualized them. Then my mom died when I was sixteen and she was 38. I can’t tell you how much it has haunted me, that so many of her dreams, she shared with me, never made it to reality. Because of that I think I have lived my life with much action, I learned early on, how devastating procrastination is. I have a fervent belief in creating the life that I want, not what has been giving to me. And that I will never be a victim of my circumstances. And step by step, one choice after another, I am checking off those to-do list, almost faster than I can make them. Recently, I checked off the biggest one on my bucket list… the holy grail of dreams… I went to Italy!
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