I've learned so well how NOT to do this, that it's going to take more than a paradigm shift. It's going to take a complete demolition and reconstruction. Or, if I do it gradually, I might reach my goal before I die. Uhhh, maybe not.
You see, today was the Parade of Homes. Now, I quit going to them several years ago because I convinced myself I'd never be able to have any of those things so why look. But today I girded up my loin (whatever that means), and we went to the Parade of Homes. I decided ahead of time I would be looking at things I would have when we built our new one. And nothing was out of reach so I could dream shop to the limit. So we drove into the subdivision for the first house and I immediately said to myself, "I wish we could have a house like this but there's no way." Well, I immediately (mentally) slapped myself, and I started doing "positive thinking." And it worked, and then I passed another gorgeous house, and I did it again, and again, and again, all day long. I tried really hard, even talking to a builder about what I would like to have him change when he built my house. And I meant it. Could it be that I'm making progress?
From "What about Bob?". . . . . . baby steps, baby steps.
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