Have you ever dressed up to meet your dreams? As if it were a first date with a beautiful man or hot goddess you have been dreaming of. As if you were stepping out of normal reality into the one you are dreaming of. I did and it really rocked my world.
As some of you may know rituals are my thing. I pay bills in silky red under garments. Wednesdays I go braless. I light candles when friends are struggling. I have a ritual of hot tea and lemon water every morning. I dance to create abundance. I light my intentions on fire by screaming them or saying them softly at peak moments, if you know what I mean! I bathe in bath salts infused with my intentions. I create ceremony or ritual and bowl burn at least four times a year. // Click To Tweet // The more you don't like doing something, the more it calls to become a ritual.
This year in addition to my small dream board which I have been doing in one form or another since 9th grade I decided to up-level that "ish" and use an obnoxiously huge Martha Stewart scrapbook I bought on sale a few years ago. It actually helped me to be more organized because I consequently was able to get rid of a few of my other inspiration notebooks and condense down to mainly this huge orange book.
I had tinkered with the book a bit and placed a few magazine scraps inside. Put a vinyl quote on the outside. It was starting to really feel like someplace I wanted to frequent. So I decided that I would get ready to meet the book and my dreams.
I showered with the extra special soap. Energy all clean and vibrant.
I shaved my legs. A big deal since it's winter and I'm lazy when it comes to that sorta thing.
I put on a hot dress and lipstick. I'm really feelin' this excited energy.
I brewed a cup of tea. Lit a candle and sat down with a prayer in my heart.
Then I played, cut things out, glued things in, wrote a narrative, and really showed up for my dreams. It felt flipping amazing! The here and NOW felt like what I was dreaming up in my magical book.