Believe in the Impossible

"Believe in the impossible" has been a slogan for many years and until recently, I did not understand the true dynamics of the words. In my world, I wanted to live a more fulfilled simple life, omitting many of the material items and replacing them with incredible moments with myself, family, friends and strangers. A couple of days ago I came to the realization that there is an opportuntiy to have everything and anything in your life. Be careful when you make a request, dreams do come true if you believe.

My story is simple. I decided to have a baby with my husband and become a stay at home mom. We were living in a one bedroom home and my husband, started his new job 3 months after the birth of my son, making $28,000 CDN. After taxes, the income left little income to use as we pleased. Most of the money went to living expenses. My one goal was to decrease our costs to stay at home with our son. We began to save money but reduced many entertainment and other luxury items. At this time, I started to examine my life and to learn more about myself and my goals as an individual, mom, wife, sister... I have thousands of goals, but I was fulfilling very few. Being a mom was incredible, and that goal I was surpassing but all my other goals I was unsure of where to begin. Reason: I always wanted to be a great mom and to raise my child in a way that my heart and soul taught me. I was able to listen to my inner self with raising my son, but my voice was not heard for who I wanted to be alongside my mom role. One morning, I woke up and was given an answer, you must be a whole person before you can be a great mom, sister, wife... and until that time you are not being true to yourself.

The quest began, and I read many self help books on how to say goodbye to the past and hello to the future. These books were not the turning point. My turning point was when I picked up a book on journaling and began to journal all my thoughts. The beginning journal entries were dark and most of the words were complaints of my life. I saw my life as empty, with the exception of my son and sometimes my husband and other family members. I felt unloved, unappreciated and unwanted. After months of incredible complaints in my journals, my writings began to turn without my knowing. I began to write about my gratitudes. How grateful I was to stay at home, to have a loving husband and to have friends and an extended family. My complaints became less and my eyes sparkled more when I was alone. In the past my eyes sparkled with my son as I stole his incredibly giving energy. I was ready to take energy from the universe and to harvest it within.

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