I can't believe it! I am freaking out right now... Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!! Thank you for believing in me when no one else did! Thank you for seeing my true self and loving me just the same. Thank you for your kind words, love and true dedication. Thank you to my mother and father who love me unconditionally and also told me, after you get your college degree you can do whatever you want - thanks mom and dad. Thank you to my husband and children who have put up with me. Putting up with me! Isn't that enough? You guys are the BEST! Thank you to my best friend, Kim for always being honest with me, like telling me my business cards look like wedding invitations and laughing at me and with me. Kim, you are always brutally honest with me, and I love you for that! Thank you to all my family and friends. I am so delighted and in total disbelief that I am up here, accepting this award for BEST Blogger of 2012. This is like winning the lottery, sort of. Except I still have to work, and I can't buy a new house, and I guess a shopping spree is out of the question too, isn't it? Soooo, maybe it isn't like winning the lottery...
Uh oh, my acceptance speech is sort of falling apart at the seams.
Ok, so I have never been asked to attend any awards show, nor have I been on a red carpet in my beautiful Atelier Versace gown in Fire Engine Red wearing Neil Lane jewelry for extra sparkle. I have not won any awards, like Oscar, SAG or Golden Globe, nor recognized for my excellence in, well, anything... So in saying that, I think it is only right, and fair (for me), that I get to say my acceptance speech, to thank all the people who have helped me get to where I am today, only, because I was so nervous I forgot to thank some people (sorry, to those I missed). Weird, I know, but I thought it may be fun doing this little role play for myself. Unfortunately, when I was walking up the stairs to my imaginary stage, in my beautiful imaginary Fire Engine Red Versace gown, wearing imaginary Neil Lane jewelry, accepting my imaginary award, and not hearing any imaginary applause the fun of my speech sort of waned. It wasn't as fun as I thought it may be. I guess I really needed to get that Versace gown, to have the more REAL effect... REAL Neil Lane diamonds would have helped too.
I guess my imaginary experiment was to see how I would feel being awarded for doing something I love just because. It is fun just to imagine things for yourself. Sometimes imagining helps to see yourself in a different light, doing something you may not do in real life. It may even get you thinking about what you could do for yourself, ways to better yourself, make things happen.
Haven't you heard of Vision Boards or something like that. What they are, are poster boards that you paste pictures of things you love, things that you are passionate about, things that you may want for yourself. They could be new shoes, or money, or a picture of a restaurant, if someday you want to own a restaurant, or a picture of where you want to vacation, anything, everything. It is supposed to help you visualize what you want for yourself and help you make it happen (in some unconscious way). To tell you the truth, at first I thought, those things are crazy. But now, not so much. Visualizing is the key to everything. If you visualize it, you can do it.
So, I am getting my "Vision Board" together (a small one), I am going to hang it up somewhere I can see it every day. I see nothing wrong in trying something new. You don't necessarily have to put pictures on your Vision Board, you could write a list of things you want for yourself and put it in a place where you can see it every day, read it, and remind yourself why you are working so hard.
What is stopping you from visualizing a life worth living? What do you want to do to make things happen in your life?
I hope someday when your visions come true, you could maybe, well, put my name on your acceptance speech.
Go my children... Visualize your dreams... Make them happen... Happy Visualizing!!!
*Applause* *Applause* *Applause*
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