Reason # 1 billion & 2, why I love Thanksgiving. Time...

Just finished working on vision boards with my son. We've been threatening to do this forever, but life continued to occupy every hour of the day.

I know, my "what I am thankful for this thanksgiving" blog entry is showing a up a few days later because, well, I took the time out to spend with me, my son, my home, my spirit etc. I had time to just be. What a great thing!

So yes, I am thankful for having the time to sit down with my son and share each others visions in the form of a collage. I've heard people say that we should treat our lives like a business. If you live it all willy-nilly without a plan or a purpose, who knows if you will ever get to live your purpose; If you choose to have a plan and a vision for what you want your life to look like, you more than likely will get to the point where you live your very best purpose filled life. Damn I wish I had that nugget of knowledge much sooner in life...

I guess what matters is that I get it now and I am sharing it with my 11 year old boy. Doing this with my son created an opportunity for a dialouge that fed both our curiosities about each other. This also gave us the fodder to support each other's visions. Yes, I know he is a kid, but he has dreams and visions of what he wants his life to be. That vision of life that is so idealistic and without any possible boundaries. His dreams are still technicolor and boundless. My boy has an unobstructed view of his best life ever! Compared to mine...a bit jaded and dipped in way to much reality.

Doing our vision boards together forced me lighten up a bit and believe in the universe, God to bless my hearts desires.

I'm thankful...very thankful...for this time.

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