Ah, the Mother. There she is.
The Great Almighty, Mother Earth, The Universe, The Powers that be. Or, to whomever this may concern.
These are the hands of fate which sew the world, like eyelets to a shoe and bring us together. All of this is done through a vehicle which we call fate and destiny.
It’s all out there.
I was told to manifest –
I was told to manifest my dreams and to picture them, as if to envision my life to be the way I want it to be.
I’ve given this advice myself.
Perhaps today is a good day to do the same thing.
I think about a class I ran years back at a homeless shelter.
This was my first real project. We called the class Breakfast with Benny.
We talked about things like this and discussed our vision for our future.
I told the class, “How can you have what you want if you can’t see what it looks like?”
We were talking about housing. We were talking about what it would be like to have a house or an apartment.
I asked the members of the group to close their eyes and picture what they would want their place to look like.
If you can’t see it, then how can you have it?
I can see it . . .
I was told to manifest my dreams. So, I think that now is a good time to explore that option.
I have to see this.
I have to define my dreams to the point where I can see my house. I can see the artwork on the walls and the pictures on the shelves.
More, I can see the faces in this picture – mine, yours. Places we’ve been to and memories to last us forever.
I can close my eyes and see the entryway from the front door.
I can see the photographs and the vases and lamps and the overhead lighting.
I can see a portrait of love which I’d hang up to act as a reminder that this place is mine and yes, this is where love is alive and well.
I can see the dining room table. The walls are light and the home is bright and airy.
I want this place.
I want to live here.
I want to sit down on the couch and watch television. I want to eat at the dining room table and sleep in the bed.
I want to think about the different seasons, like winter, spring, summer, fall.
I want to imagine sunny days in the backyard here and the water which is behind my home and that’s my backyard, the inlet, which opens up the the Great South Bay.
I want to think about the sunsets and the sunrise here. I want to envision myself coming home after a good day’s work and walking through my front door.
I want to think about what this would be like.
I want to think about walking in and seeing you, smiling, happy and waiting to tell me about your day.
I want to put this out there to The Great Almighty, to The Mother of All, to Mother Earth, Father Time, and to the hands of fate and to the weavings of our destiny. I want to explore this.
I want to see this so that I can feel it. I want to enjoy this to my core; as if this were happening, “right now,” so that I can whet my appetite and work for this, now more than ever.
I want to have the life I’ve always wanted.
I want to be the person that I’ve always wanted to be and more, I want to spend each and every day of the rest of my life, alive and living directly in the pursuit of happiness.
I want to see this to the point where nothing else can distract me. No fears will deter me. Nothing else can take priority and from now until the day when I walk through the doorway of my dreams, I want to work for this. I am going to build this, brick by brick.
I was told to manifest my dreams –
So, I will.
I have been a person at work on myself for a very long time. I have spent decades trying to learn how to live, navigate, meander and move through this life.
Now that I am here, I want to do more than focus on my mental health. I want to do more than live my life in accordance with a limited mindset.
The truth is there will be roadblocks.
There will be mornings with downed trees on the road.
There will be days when the storms are too much and days when my back hurts, my knees are unforgiving, and my patience is thin.
But I will never give up.
I know that plans will change and so my vision might change as well.
This only means that I have the right to adapt and improve.
This means I can create what this new world will look like to me.
I remember back when I took my first course on Professional Life Coaching.
I had to write a vision statement for a client.
I had to define what the client wanted to see. I had to make this come to life.
I had to write a script to be read to my client – as if to say here, this is the life you ordered.
Hold the drama and all the unwanted past.
Add some extra seasoning of life, love and a list of unending goals that were finally achieved.
I can see this now.
I can see what it would be like to wake early in the morning. I make my coffee. I drink my cup and, of course, I sit in front of my trusty computer because, as always, this is where I go to type my thoughts.
I wash my face and brush my teeth.
I get myself ready for work. I throw a bag over my shoulder and head out through the door. The world is on my side – and so are you.
I walk outside and sit in my car.
I turn the key to the ignition and feel the engine come on.
I pull my seatbelt over my shoulder and clasp the buckle into place.
The radio comes on and I can hear the song announced before it plays on the radio.
I’ll stop the world and melt with you . . .
A perfect song
The sky is blue. The winds are fair. There are no threats of mass destruction and no thoughts of self destruction.
I put the car in reverse and I pull out of my driveway. The sun is young but the sky is light.
I drive down the streets of my neighborhood in the quiet hours of an early morning.
I have work to do but all is well. I am up to date. There are no arguments or fights or need to prepare for any upcoming or heated debates.
I have achieved a sense of personal homeostasis – a balance that I had longed for throughout my entire life.
I have my home. I have my life and, at last, I have the love of my life.
I have overcome and recovered and adapted and adjusted my life to come to this very point where finally –
I am exactly where I want to be. I am who I want to be. But more, I am with you . . .
Forever
The Written Addiction 