The Dreaming Child

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“Keep learning” is advice mentioned regularly, and good advice it is. From simple things like taking a new route on the way to or from work, cook a new dish, or listen to different music. To more involved ones like learn a new language, take a course, or tackle a new skill. Any one of them can shakes up the cemented pathways in your brain and open up all sorts of new and potentially amazing possibilities. Which then lead to more! The best part is that it is all up to you to take that first step and try something new. It doesn’t have to be grand and expensive, it can be as simple as a daily walk through a different neighborhood and grow from there. Start today, engage a friend or two, write it down and tape that first intention to your mirror. Just give it a go!

Fill your life

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Here we are, at the very final hours of the year. 2021 will soon be behind us. We will enter the new year with 365 days of unknowns to be dealt with. Throughout the year there will be all the usual ups and downs, plus delights and sorrows which will catch us off guard. I wish all of you a year filled with more ups and delights, and lots of laughter and success to offset the downs and sorrows. Happy New Year!

Thrive

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December; short days, cold nights, and snow. It can feel hard to thrive. But you can, change it to; crisp air, bright stars and winter birds, giving yourself a different place to see it from. And in that place you might feel you can easily thrive. I find I have to mix things up a bit when late fall arrives. Activities done later in the day in summer I shift to late morning so the early dark doesn’t creep up on me mid task. I spend more time reading in the evening when the desire to be inside makes snuggling up with a good book appealing. I mull over and write poems in the evening too, when my mind seems open to the word play. December can be a time of unexpected, unusual growth, and end of the year time to grow before the new one starts.

Beginnings

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After weeks of planning and work I have my new site launched. It is a beginning, a place to move forward from, a whole new direction. Beginnings are comprised of many small beginnings rolled together, each one building on the ones before. Often the assumption is that there is just one moment because it is a big event that fills the screen, the tiny parts get overlooked that contributed to it.

I am now onto the next start of this new beginning by keeping the momentum up and creating more projects and videos, in addition to promoting the new site. It will take work to stay on top of all of it, but I am determined to make it a success. Luckily my definition of success isn’t in the 7 figures with a big staff and HQ! My definition of it is that success will mean I can work from home, increase my income, and not have to worry about finding caregivers as an out-of-the-house job will require. Being able to do that will spell success to me.

http://www.wildbirdcreative.com

As it comes together

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The holiday weekend meant a pause in the final run through before the new website gets launched. Of course there will be little things after that to tweak a bit, but I am going for making progress instead of waiting for perfection. Doing that would mean I never get it started at all.

I still have a short laundry list of things to wrap fir the newest online class, but tomorrow is a free day just for that. Video work, editing, uploading and checking. It has become a part of my weeks. And then the hope is it will become a more regular part. My ultimate goal is that I will ease out of my current job as the courses will replace, hopefully exceed that income. That will allow me more flexibility and less need for caregiver involvement. It’s both daunting and exciting.

The End of Augusting

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Here it is the tail end of August, the final few weeks of summer lie ahead. It catches me by surprise every year how quickly summer slips away. The first school bus rolls down the street and wham it is September. The chorus of crickets at night reach their crescendo and start to taper off. The woods take on that different smell that foretells the approach of fall.

There is a wistfulness that comes with this change of seasons that seems specific. Perhaps that is why fall explodes in so much glorious color, to soothe us over the loss of summer.