Similar to Van Gogh, we  express our dreams in our life, perhaps not with a paint brush on canvas but all the same, we have the gifts, abilities and experience to create it.

Simply that we have a dream means we are well-equipped, in fact singularly equipped, for that unique dream. It may not seem like that at first, but it’s a matter of unpacking the jumble of thoughts and ideas and making sense of them.

Soon enough they will reveal how they fit into your dream, and with it, why it is YOUR dream and no one else’s.

If you are lost in an abyss of ideas, plans or wishes and need some clarity, making the intangible tangible is what I do best. Take the first steps and email me to schedule your Strategy Session.

* The Queen’s Code *

The long-awaited sequel to the Keys to the Kingdom, by Alison Armstrong, is here as a serial e-book and interactive experience. We’re all just giddy.

The Journey begins October 19th with the 2nd chapter – the first chapter is available now.

Our imagination drives our will.

The potency of our will is determined

by the amount to which we live in love.

I am in Southern Maine for my high school reunion and while I’ve been back here since, I realize now I didn’t really drive myself around much when I was. This time, I have a rental car and I find myself driving through the enchanting town of Cape Elizabeth (near Portland) being very aware of my how my body feels.

There are certain turns in the road where my kinetic memory kicks in, developed learning to drive here and feeling like I owned these roads. In many ways, we did own these roads, in the way that teenagers claim their new found freedom and take ownership of it. We whipped up and down these narrow, tree-lined streets back and forth to school, to visit each others’ homes and just around from here to there (again, as teenagers do).

As I drive into these curves – fast – I notice something take over my body and unconsciously, I know how much gas to give it and what kind of subtle shift of the steering wheel to perfectly sail through the turn.

Yesterday, I turned into Cumberland Farms from Route 77, which has an incline up a hill, and experienced watching myself punch the gas and quickly turn to the right, effortlessly pulling into a parking spot. That I was watching myself means my autopilot had so fully taken over, I had the cognitive space to pull outside of myself and catch a glimpse of my 18 year old self. If just for a moment – it was a nice visit.

As an aside, as an older, wiser adult, I can say with all honesty and all humility, we really did drive too fast. No wonder most of us got speeding tickets.

I just sat down and designed a whole class series – Passion to Plan in 6 Weeks. I know I have a few classes stored deep within me, just waiting to come out and this was the first time I actually let it. We’ll be going through the specific steps of taking an idea and making it a reality.

* Creation – articulate our Vision statements

* Clarity – identify and determine Outcome for Vision statements

* Consistency – establish a Calendar system to get it done

* Copy – leverage Online Resources: examples tutorial and samples

* Commitment – make a Promise to ourselves to progress each day or week

Join me for the complimentary Introductory call on August 1st at 5pm Pacific / 8pm Eastern. Register here!

Just to say, I’m amazed, blown away, stupefied by the happy accidents and serendipity recently. From finding old sketches for a website from 2009 to snippets of writing and saved resources, I’ve had everything I’ve needed throughout the process of creating this website.

It occurs to me that in my allowing myself the freedom to float at times over the last few years, from project to project, thought to thought – only making sure I created, documented or captured it in some way. And, in my discoveries, I’ve also realized that I have tons of other half-cooked ideas and plans I’ve been storing up, it seems…

The insight for me here, is that it’s so important to wander, explore and play sometimes, and the “results” may not be definable for some time, and perhaps never. And that’s okay, too.