Life is But A Dream

Our dear son has been in school now for a 2 months. I have taken this opportunity to amuse myself. What would you do if you could do anything you want, all day long? I am asking myself that question, then acting on it.

The list, it turns out, runs on. I read, I walk. I sit in a hot tub and loosen my muscles. I take yoga classes and loosen them somemore. I write a book. I muse on my one woman show. I talk with friends, clients, prospects, family. I took up therapy, and Latin dancing. I write meditations and share them with friends. I invite friends to grow with me. I practice conscious language. I partner with friends for fun and profit. i consider art lessons. I buy new music and lavish in it. I paint the walls of my apartment and get a friend to help me. She also shops for me at IKEA and I pay her back. I get bodywork. I get invitations. I invite others to go trick or treating and have playdates. I write sweet emails. I sing and buy my son a guitar. I don't get upset, much. I ask people to help me, and some do. I ask people for money, and some give it to me. I'm taking a seminar at Landmark Education and inviting friends to come learn about their programs. I am reading Leela Francis. I'm reclaiming my body with dance, yoga, network spinal analysis, walking, bellydancing, soaking, napping.
i receive invitations to Spa Party with my young and handsome dance instructors. I plan my birthday party, 2 months down the road. I admire the autumn leaves, still flaming on the trees and in piles curbside. I conjure my son a new bed. I organize winter clothes and closets. I plan for Thanksgiving. I tell the truth. I get my way. I tell those I love that I love them. I plan trips. I accept it all as wonderful.