I love that moment when my eyes open to a new day. My consciousness is still part of the unhindered world of dreams and imagination, and has not yet encountered the limiting beliefs of the outside world’s version of “reality,” which is just a lump sum of different kinds of excuses.
While in bed, before my feet touch the floor, I am still part of the infinite. Until I make a choice, I am the potential of millions of possibilities that can happen throughout the day, a part of a million worlds. For every world that has me going with the tide, and mindlessly going through the motions of what looks like “life” thinking that “this is as good as it gets,” an alternate world exists where I accomplish the goals I set for myself, where I live my dreams simply because I have decided to make them real.
That’s the world I want to live in. That is my version of reality. I hope to live in that world every day, and I hope to see you there, too.
Five years ago, my husband and I found ourselves faced with the opportunity to own a “fixer-upper” house, with the potential to make a profit if we ever decided to sell it. It looked like an easy decision at first: everyone was buying a home, and, supposedly, a home never loses its value.
Yet, instead of leaping at the opportunity, my husband and I visualized what the next few years would look like. We went over the building plans for the house, the financing we were eligible for, and the estimated time it would take for him to do the repairs. For financial purposes, he planned to do most of the construction work himself, which meant that renovating the house would be his full-time occupation, and I would be the primary breadwinner responsible for paying the bills.
After careful deliberation, we bought the house…
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So, I mentioned before that I was interviewing for a new position with my current company. After my third interview, one of the recruiters offered a position that was different from what I was originally interviewing for. Long story short, I declined the position, and have gracefully (I hope) bowed out of the interviewing process.
I’m at peace with the decision, knowing that the hubs can focus on finishing the house renovations like he wants and therefore, we’ll be able to refinance and be in a better place, financially speaking. Besides, hubs promised that whether I got this position or not, we would be in Hawaii in a few months.
Thank you to those who have cheered me on. Please know that I’m content, and currently dreaming of tropical weather and pummeling ocean waves.