I took Oprah and her guests up on their call for all viewers, friends, relatives and acquaintances to get busy and do something that can affect lives big time. "Make a Vision Board." Yes. That's right. "A Vision Board. Okay... it sounds kinda' like something everybody oughta know about and just been putting off. But for those like me, I'll explain. Sounds nice and all... but I thought up all kinds of excuses. "They gotta' be kiddin'. More work! Not this girl! No time. I'm already too busy. That stuffs not for me; and too many thumbs down to bore you with. Then I thought, couldn't do any harm, but I still didn't do it. Bet most of the folks watchin' didn't either. Put it out of my mind after that, just like others did. Lots of folks watch Oprah don't admit it, but always chime in talk about something that happened or was talked about on the show, and they get called on it and claim somebody told them about it. Well I watch and my hubby too. He's got time and beats me to the most comfortable chair in the house. Comes in loaded down with snacks, and sits with the remote... ready. Yeah... I looked at it that first time but didn't act and my life went on along it's mediocre path, with a few quirky turns, that got crazy. Some things wound up bad and mangled; other stuff fell off the radar. Hey... I was hanging on. (sniff) I went a few places, met some good people, did my work, managed, with my husband's major help to eat right most times. Made most of my appointments; though not doing much exercising, unless I can count discount shopping and loading up on the best stuff I can find for the cheapest price. Then I saw a re-run of that Oprah show. This time I got serious and paid attentionI was gonna do it. ...started that next day. Got me a couple of boards, and pulled out all those magazines been stacked up everywhere for years, I'm never gon' look at again. I found scissors, and glue; and I made myself sit down, spread all that stuff out on my bed, and get started right then. Hey.. I was serious. ...took me back to the days of paper dolls. And I stuck with it. I cut out everything I thought could apply to me and what I'm doing. Can't even tell you how many magazines I mangled. It took me a couple of long days, but I did it. I finished my board. And I'm planning on doing another and maybe even a few more. I don't know how many I'll end up with. It was work. I'm not gon lie. But it was something I needed to do. It made me think about what I really needed and wanted. I asked myself some deep, for real questions. What's important. what's a want and what's a need. Who's important in my life. How do I get to where I want to go. Where do I want to go? And it helped me think deeper about everything I was going to put on that board. It was the closest I have examined myself in years, maybe ever. I recommend it.
