HOW TO MAKE A CRAP BOARD – GET FACE TO FACE WITH YOUR LIFE
My favorite workshop to facilitate is a program focusing on VISION BOARDS. I just love them. Vision boards have totally propelled my life into what it is today. I have used vision boards throughout my life whenever I felt stuck, frustrated, off track, un-loved & un-worthy. I think I came out of the womb knowing the power of a vision board. Heck, just the other day I layed out a vision board on my desktop and covered it with a piece of glass so that I see it all day long!
Staring at my vision board makes me happy...or merry! The words and images that I chose uniquely represent what I am wanting to attract. It keeps me focused on my goals and gives me a swift kick in the ass when I need it. Next, you have to hang your vision board in a place where you see it serveral times a day. This will insure that the images and words become top of mind awareness. Making you ready for all of the goodness that is about to flow your way. I usually hang my vision board in the bathroom or bedroom, this time I decided to create one my desk. Whatever you do, don't just make it and file it away. Things just seem to unfold and opportunities seem to be placed in front of me, crazy as that sounds. People call me “lucky,” I call me “prepared”.
Earle Nightingale says that, luck is just preparedness on steroids. I can do that. I can hold onto a vision and put things in place to allow for the flow to happen. But the caveat here is that I then am the one that has to take action. That part can be a bit scary because afterall, who am I to live such a beautiful life? What? Who am I NOT to? Nonetheless, it can be scary once things begin to appear or doors begin to open. There is a lot of head stuff that has to happen in order to feel worthy or ready for all the goodness the world has to offer. Vision boards can help with that.
Oprah has this to say about vision boards, watch it here:
Some people think vision boards are all fluff and are a silly waste of time. Where do you fall? Have you ever created a vision board? I have so many stories that have happened in my life which I can directly point to one of my vision boards for. And if you hang around with me long enough, you'll get to hear them all.
But for the non-believers out there…I suggest you do a Crap Board. Mark Waldman describes Crap Boards in this way, putting down on paper everything that is bothering you and thinking about it deeply, helps to release the worry. A kind of meditation, if you will.Take a deep look at the life you have. Write down everything you hate about your life. In detail. Pull out magazines and cut out images and words that reflect how you feel about your current sucky life and then...let that shit go!
Don’t miss a thing, use the acronym below to you make sure you have the bases cover:
Paste all of the images and words on a board and hang out in front of it for a while. So, now how do you feel? That’s what you've got. Now if I were you, I would take the thing outside and burn it and go back inside and begin to build a vision of the life you want.
Build it and it will come!
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It was over 36 years ago now when my then husband and I had a disagreement, he asked me to leave…so I packed up our girls ages 4 and 18 months and left.
I was devasted, scared, ashamed, embarrassed, angry and relived all at once. The emotions ran over me like a freight train.
Since that time many twists and turns have happened. The ups and downs of life, the accomplishment and the setbacks. But the one thing I am sure of is, I made the right choice.
Recently at the wedding of my youngest daughter I had obligatory gathering which included my ex-husband. Cordial is the word that comes to mind. Oh, how far I have come. I am proud of the woman, mother and grandmother that I have become.
That young woman who married a man over 40 years ago blossomed through a choice she made. It wasn’t always easy and surely wasn’t always fun, but the road taken proved to be the best path for me. I am forever grateful. Divorce was not in vogue when this all happened. I had no college degree (at that time), had not yet figured out how I would support myself or my girls or even who I might become. But for me anything was better than the verbal and emotional abuse I sustained. Although, there were no bruises or my body, no physical signs of pain, the abuse ran deep and was devastating.
But there was something inside me that said, “life didn’t have to be this way.” That I had a choice and although the outcome was unknown, the risk was worth it. It turned out that the cost was of epic proportion, not in dollars but in heart break and yet the choice; was still the right one.
I had to learn to forgive myself for not having the where with all or stamina to stay and take the abuse for the sake of the family. As the outcome was life altering.
It took years, no, decades to forgive myself.
Today, at the wedding of my youngest daughter, I had the opportunity to revisit those feelings. I am proud and worthy of the life I have built.
The choice was mine, just as it is yours and every other day of your life. And although the choices you have maybe different from mine those 40 years ago, the fact is, you still have a choice. No matter how big or small.
What are you intending for your life, even if only for today? Are you ready to commit to you and your dreams? What are the steps, the tiny steps you can take to move you forward? The choice is yours.
Cheers to a fabulous you!
Could I live there? Have you ever asked yourself this question while traveling or perusing through travel magazines? Or maybe you are as addicted to International House Hunters as I am? I seem to ask myself this question everywhere I go, even if it is down the street let alone in another country. I look at my husband and say, “could we live here?” It’s a constant discussion that we have, even after ditching our home and our belongings for a one-way ticket more than 5 years ago.
In 2013, we got tired of asking this question and actually decided to give it a try. Life had taken a turn. We got thrown some curve balls that helped make the decision easier. The stock market, a chronic illness, and our daughters now had lives of their own.
We’ve tried this before, so there were a lot of naysayers. In 2003, when I sold my first business, we decided to give this living abroad thing a try. We failed, well, it was me really. Technology at that time was not nearly what it is today, and I found it a struggle to stay in touch with our then college age daughters. I just couldn't stand the guilt. I got all caught up in my head and ended up throwing in the towel and heading back to the states. But now it's different. Things have changed, I have changed.
This time was different. There were choices we needed to make. Sure, our circumstances have changed this time around. We were older, the kids are out on their own. My husband decided to retire. I had just been diagnosed with late stage Lyme disease which seemed to be taking my life away day by day.
The end seemed ominous. I realized there were some things I had to learn. I knew there was more to me, but I was scared. I had to learn to fight back but to something that I could not see. I had to become more afraid of living than I was of dying. Dying seemed easy, all I had to do was sit back and let the disease take its course. I was afraid of what my quality of life would be, so I had to speak up and keep searching, to keep asking, to seek help, to get back in the game of life. It was frightening and liberating all at the same time.
So my husband and I made a conscious decision to choose life, we just didn’t know where that life would be. We first had to begin the journey by downsizing…everything. Furniture, dishes, pots and pans, artwork, linens. This stuff seemed to be weighing us down. So, thanks to Craigslist, Goodwill and some very happy friends and family, we parted with all of our belongings. We each packed 50 pounds worth of clothes and shoes into a suitcase and off we went. Now that I look back on it, I wouldn’t have even taken the 50 pound suitcase if I knew then, what I know now.
For those of you looking to clear the clutter, it was the best thing we ever did. Not that I am advocating that you ditch everything, but what I know for sure, is that there are things in your closet, your drawers, your pantry, basement or garage that you have not touched in years. It’s time…let that shit go.
We traveled around for the first year and half. Being all starry eyed about what the world had in store for us. We then decided to take the plunge and sign a lease. That was frightening. The guilt came flooding back in. My life was beautiful again but was I worthy? What a head game. It took a lot of getting of used to. We moved to foreign country where I do not speak the language, I don’t know the metric system, I have never taken public transportation before, I never know what I am eating, where I am going, I struggle with telling international time but I am totally in love with my life.
And even though we have just purchased a flat, the question always continues…”could we live here”? The lessons I have learned are priceless, the people I have met are invaluable. The traditions and cultures that we have had the opportunity to experience have been profound.
We learned that living with less is actually living with more. That experiences are more important and the things we own. That it doesn’t matter the color of your skin, the language you speak, the food you eat, the God you worship; what matters is that sharing of one’s life experiences can foster friendships deeper than any ocean.
Where do you dream of living? What are the things that are important to you in your surroundings? Have you ever asked yourself, “could I live here?”
Let me know your thoughts. Leave a comment below and let's start a conversation. Starting somewhere is the biggest step of all.
Cheers to a fabulous life!
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