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You're Just a Dreamer

One of the things I do "on the side" is life coaching. I do it more as a ministry and I do not actively advertise. My full time job of being a mom to three boys does not allow me to do it any more than a little. But, when I meet with a life coaching client, I love it. I enjoying working with others. Plus, it helps me to keep myself on track a bit and remain focused in my own life too. One of the things that I often do with a client, is ask them to write a "dream journal". I ask her to write down what she would like to be doing, or accomplish in the future. This is an exercise I use to help someone set her long term goals. The only stipulation is that the "dreams" need to be realistic. (No dreaming about winning the lottery or buying a multi-million dollar mansion). They also have to be things that you personally can make happen.

I thought I would take a moment and share some of my "far in the future" dreams:

1. Buy a bigger house in the L section ;-) or have our house paid off early . . . . and since both Pete and I are practical we will probably end up paying our house off early.

2. Do life coaching more often. When the boys are a bit older, have several clients a week.

3. Develop my own homeschooling science curriculum.

4. Speak with my husband at a national conference. Speak with him regularly at conferences on marriage issues. I love giving talks with my hubby. He is a natural, gifted speaker and I have so much fun "working" with him.

5. Write a book. Doesn't everyone have this dream??? I have no idea what I would write on, other than it would be a non-fiction spiritual, self-help type of book, but I would love to write one someday.

6. This one is more of a short term goal - Run a marathon.

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  1. you never cease to amaze me...what other tricks do you have under your sleeve? tell me more, tell me more!!!

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