Seriously, people. You need a vision board in your life. Assuming of course you haven't already got one - then you'll know exactly how magical these things really are and you'll just smile and nod in agreement through this post.
Backing the train up here to my first vision board, without even knowing it was one. I wish I still had the photos, but in all of my MANY moves, it's long since been lost and/or recycled. RRR peeps.
Long story short now.
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Ok. Long story long.
I was 20 years old and flipping through the local paper on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I always read the real estate section with the hopes of either a) selling it and getting rich or b) buying/flipping it and getting rich. Either way #goals.
I caught a full page ad for a new industrial loft project, going up in the heart of Downtown, Toronto. My 20 year old couldn't-wait-to-move-out-of-my-parents-house-heart was smitten kitten <-- promise to never say that again.
Just kidding.
The project was called SPACE. I wanted to live in SPACE. Don't you wanna live in SPACE?! Humour me here...
Beavis: "Hey, where do you live?"
Butthead: "SPACE."
Beavis: *bugeyes* "Woahhhhhh, cool. With like martians and stuff?!"
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Ok, I'm done.
I tore the ad out of the paper and taped it to my wall, along with the other 2 things I was longing for - a red sports car (don't judge) and to live in the Caribbean. Now you know where this is heading...
Fast forward 6 months. I came home from work one afternoon to find that my car had been stolen. Meh - happens all the time. Until it came to light that it was stolen by a guy who decided that robbing a bank and using it as a getaway car would be a good idea that day. Needless to say - car in ditch + covered in thieving finger prints = Time for a new car. That was of course, after convincing the police that it wasn't me. Pfft...
Seven days later, I was the proud owner of a shiny, red, Toyota Celica, that just happened to be for sale the day I was scouring the AutoTrader. It was much like this one, rims and all. Gangster. As gangster as a blond haired, 20 year old, legal assistant could be. I did live in Scarlem, er, Scarborough. #sorrynotsorry
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Manifested one of the three so far, but yet hadn't clued in to the vision board/manifestation process yet. Chalk it up to being too busy cruising around the city, deafening myself with the badrillion decibel bass pounding on the system in this beauty. Nelly's "Ride wit Me". Oh I know you feel me, 90's music babies.
I always buy myself a present on my birthday. The year of my 21st, I was driving down to Mamma's Pizza to pick up the birthday fare. They didn't deliver where I lived (and not because it was 'Scarlem'). They hands down, have the best pizza E.V.E.R. So I hopped in the car for the 20 minute drive. Yes, THAT worth it. Along the way, I passed a billboard for SPACE condos and lofts. Hang on a second...I pulled over, toured the model suite, told my story to the salesperson and bought a loft! You only live once people.
Go out for pizza, come home owning a property. (Still hadn't clued in to the vision board yet...)
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| Source: www.loftscondosandhomes.com I was 27 years years old and working at a law firm in downtown, Toronto. I was sorting legal report gazettes to distribute to the lawyers in the firm. I knocked a pile of them over on my desk and one flipped open to an ad for a legal assistant job. Wait for it...in the Cayman Islands.
That was September 2007. On February 1, 2008, in the middle of one of Toronto's record breaking snowstorms, my parents drove me to the airport to send me off on my new adventure to Grand Cayman.
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Oh don't worry - I TOTALLY clued into the vision board, after this one!!!
I wanted those three things for whatever reason, that badly, that I was able to manifest them into my reality. I got the car, I got the loft (the exact loft at that), and I was moving to the Caribbean. WTF RIGHT?! Unfortunately, it did mean selling both the car, and the loft, in order to fund the move to Grand Cayman. I didn't even waver, it was a total no brainer! <--Told you. Gangster. Shoulda been a rapper.
There would be other cars and other homes, but probably not other jobs, at this firm, on this island.
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Disclaimer time* There are countless books, movies, articles and blogs on the power of Manifestation and manifesting things into (and out of) your life. I highly suggest you read them. All of them. But - by no means am I promising that the same will ring true for all of your wants, dreams and wishes.
It doesn't hurt to want them so bad that you'll try, though.
