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Visionary Plan

So now that your puppet strings have been cut, by you or someone else, what's next?  My guess would be learning to walk on your own again for starters.  Because once upon a time you did.  For me, I was walking and running on my own in my twenties.  I was excited by my own destiny.  I got to create that and it was okay.  I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but there was a point where I started to doubt my ability to make things happen.

I started to doubt who I was and what I was capable of, so I put my fate and destiny in the hands of a large corporation.  I started to depend on this corporation to tell me where I needed to be in life and how they were going to make that happen for me.  The problem has been though, that their idea of my success verses my idea of my success are completely different.  See, they have had a business plan and a vision of what their future of their business looked like and although my name was/is not written in the original business plan, what I had to offer was definitely in the plan.  Hmmm...

This has got me thinking, why don't I have a business plan for my own life?  What can I do to ensure that I  attract the right energy, people or whatever it is I need to my life to fulfill my personal life goals.  No, i'm not saying sit down and write a full blown million word business plan, i'm thinking more like a vision board.  I've done a few before and found them to be a great tool of inspiration for whatever it is that I was wishing for.

A good plan if I say so myself.  Visualize the future what you want by creating a collage of what you really want.  Visualize by not only laying it all out, but by meditating and praying about it.  Getting a true picture of what you want makes it possible to have a successful plan that can help all your dreams come into fruition.





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