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Dream life

The life I've always dreamed of is close.

Why? Because I said that it is.

I didn't look at my Instagram feed to find out what the latest dream life is.

I know that as soon as I look outside of myself to find "my" answers, the dream life seems to recede into the distance.

Suddenly, I think it's a long way away off. And that is a self fulfilling prophecy.

My thoughts create a mindset, and I'm more likely to act in a way that support the mindset and increases the distance between me and my dreams.

So if looking outside creates a mindset that moves me further away from my dream, then how do I get closer?

Well, it is important to recognise that I am responsible for the definition of dream life.

And when I want to find out what is important to me, I find it helpful to get silent. 

Creator: Deborah Lee Soltesz | Credit: Deborah Lee Soltesz
Copyright: Public Domain Dedication
 

To take some deep breaths. 

To walk in a natural setting among the trees. 

To look up at the stars.

To listen to my heart.

Because if the mind is the thinking mechanism, the heart is the feeling mechanism.

The mind thinks and the heart feels...

And to live a dream life, without a doubt, is a feeling.

A feeling of contentment

A feeling of confidence

A feeling of excitement

A feeling of exuberance

A feeling of inspiration

A feeling of interest

A feeling of safety

A feeling of security

A feeling of liking myself

A feeling of loving myself

I know that the things I seek on the outside are a reflection of what is inside, and I need these things on the inside before they can manifest on the outside.

I allow feelings to flow from my heart and guide my steps. 

So it is time to experience the dream life that I prefer.  The dream life begins now. 

P.S. It always begins now.

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