Enjoying the Journey- No, Really.

I can do whatever I want to do. Read that again. I can do whatever I want to do. That’s right. All my projects are done because I want to do them and have a burning passion for the things I’ve gotten involved in and I make oodles and boodles of money doing it. I am a writer. I own businesses. I am a rich luxurious fabulous writer. I have written books, for magazines, and for online newspapers. I’ve been to talks and done coffee shop readings, and have a website with my name. It feels so freeing to work from home in my home office, or at Starbucks, or wherever I want! The freedom of making money independently feels so amazing. I would say Pinch me but then again, I have been proven successful so many times now I don't think its necessary. I know I'm a success. Me and my husband cater events. I worked on it gradually for a while and wrote a business plan. I was proud of that business plan after I finished it. I remember taking it to my mother and her brother and everyone in to

I go to the party and smile as I walk in. All my friends are here tonight. My husband and some of our family and family friends are too. The vibe is buzzing and all that is to be had tonight is fun. We've got bottles of Moet and Gloria Ferrer, some corona with lime and my favorite tequila-- patron in the green box. There is food going all the way down the long table in the lounge. There is lamb with garlic mustard sauce medium rare, a medium pot of gumbo, lechon (which is roast whole pig), Kare Kare and plenty of rice for all. There is a little bit of my husband's famous BBQ skewers, and some delicious tacos laid out on the table-- carne aside and carnitas. There are so many sparkling ciders, fancy soft drinks, Perrier, Evion, and cases of regular water. There's juices-- all tropical, mostly clear and dark red. There's many women that I know. I know them and they know me. Their husbands and boyfriends are talking amongst themselves. All the women talk loudly, most wit

So... here's a prelude to my actual visualization: I noticed that many of my visualizations are very specific and vivid. While that can be fun to read, for my own purposes and maybe some of yours, I am creating some of these more general visualizations that are easier for one's mind to accept and start to believe as truth a.k.a manifest.  For law of attraction as told by Abraham Hicks, the pattern goes like this: specifically negative> generally negative>generally positive> specifically positive. Specifically positive is where the manifestations happen but Abraham emphasizes that we should not kick the journey of getting there out of bed. So I will be doing some visualizations from where I'm at on this spectrum because, you know I'm not specifically positive everyday--I have step 1 moments. Sometimes I get generally negative and sometimes I wanna write about my journey not just the destination, ya know? *If you want more information about Abraham Hicks, yo

I come inside the house and it's raining cats and dogs out there. Such a fucking relief to get inside the door because the house is so quiet and outside is so loud. Even though the rain is soft,it is consistent and massive in its collective dripping--pretty amazing. I put my keys up, take off my coat in our beautiful wooden mudroom. The lighting is yellowish and soft, dim yet still feels bright enough. I go to the guest bathroom and get some toilet paper to wipe my nose. My husband feeling little under the weather and stayed home today. The kids are already home-- at their moms or our house up stairs playing-- all picked up a la Joshua. It's weird with him having a functional drivers license now. I hear a chorus of teenage voices upstairs calling down and saying hi to me. I smile. It's a simple gesture but it makes me exceedingly happy. I go to the kitchen with the same lovely soft yellow light inside and look in the freezer to find frozen chicken sopas from yesterday n

I'm going to the bank and I'm dressed to kill. Sky high heels, grey pants suit, meticulously slicked back hair into a large chignon bun. Makeup on fleek, baby. Perfume gushing excellence and luxury with my grown woman ass. Oooh. I'd do me. Just came from a business meeting and although I'm happy with the outcome, my feet are killing me and I want to wash the paint off my face and crawl under a blanket with some tea before I go and get my kids from school.. So I pry off my shoes as I walk through the door, and take great satisfaction from taking my tight Victoria Secret bra off. Ahhh, sweet relief! I put on my warm, but not to warm, sweat pants and my perfect soft white tea shirt. I put a cute silk scarf on my hair after freeing it dramatically from its binds. Ohh chile, money's on it's way. I can feel it. My left hand is itching. My meeting went so well, I felt like I was pitching my company to long lost friends. We're going to all hang out soon with ou