Just Do Something

It was the fact that as I sit here, staring at my laptop with nothing in my head to write about that gave me the title for this week’s blog post.  I must give the credit to my husband as he is the one who is always telling me that in life, if you do not know what to do, or what decision to make, then to just do something.

I feel these are wise words.  Especially when boredom, procrastination and that niggly feeling of “I don’t know where to begin” creeps in.  If you start to do at least something, then it diverts your energy at least somewhere and things happen.

I realised this week that I haven’t used a vison board since I have been living in my new house and it might be a good idea to resurrect it and get it back up on the wall.

Yes, I am one of those people that truly believe in the power of manifestation from visualisation and the act of building a visual representation of what you would like to see come into your life is a fantastic way to start.

Talking about my husband again, he is someone I never would have thought would use this technique, but he did, about twelve months before we moved into our new home.  As the odds of us moving here were hanging in the balance, every day he visualised the house, walking through it, sitting outside in the garden, standing in the patio area, being in the kitchen, he kept the thought alive again and again and never failed to keep pursuing it in his mind.  He told me he had never visualised so hard for something.  It certainly worked, because against all the hardships we faced, we made it to this house.

I also felt that I had a hand in visualising this house into existence, but not only in my imagination, but I also feel I dreamt about it too.  My visualising started years before we moved here, on my morning walks with the dog, I would walk down a lane close to my old house and past some lovely properties that I would aspire to live in one day (but in a different location).  I would tell myself that one day I would have a home like that.  I said it with a quiet confidence that my time would come.  It was never a case of  “that is out of my reach”, it was always a “feeling” of “when my time comes”.

During the weeks that we were unpacking our boxes in our lovely new home, I stumbled across an old dream diary that I had written years ago, pre-covid.  I couldn’t believe it when I saw one of the first entries, the dream that described almost in exact detail the house we had just moved into.  I than remembered the dream in my minds eye.  The house was a detached cottage, with an old gnarly brick wall that ran along the front, and two windows each side of the front door, with low hanging eves from the roof above.  Pretty much identical to my new home.

So, there you go, not only to did we manage to visualise the house into existence, I believe I had a dream about it many years before it came into my timeline.  Which just goes to show that most of what we want is in our potential energy line, we just must believe in ourselves enough to reach for it….and to do something.  

Until next time,

Tanya 

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