what dreams may come.

i stumbled onto some serious magic making, i think.

at the beginning of october, i felt the presence of my muse. beckoning me to make some declarations about twenty-thirteen.

in less than a minute, fifteen goals were articulated on paper.

{i've learned these creative impulses, when acknowledged, usually make for quick work.}

within a few weeks of writing them down, two of the fifteen goals were in process. the woo-woo part? opportunities presented themselves in a way that merely required my response.

this last week, another goal blossomed.

i set the intention to complete a course. a class pricey enough that i repeatedly hesitate to plunge whenever the cash is available.

when inking down my resolutions, however, it suddenly felt very necessary to jump into this course. with a couple months wedged between registration and me, i decided to battle my frugality later.

until.

i received a personal invite from the course director the other day asking if i would like to participate next month in a beta course she created to transition her class into an e-course. the cost? a fraction of its regular price.

i am all about setting intentions and watching for the delightful exuberance of something happening. but this? three goals, one month, and still twenty-TWELVE!?! this required pensive evaluation.

when we set an intention, at that moment, we create the expectation. we declare a desire. and we commune with whatever genius hears our requests. well. if we can trust the impulse, the dream to transcend our need to worry and wonder, a whirlpool of possibility springs up.

coming up with new year goals three months early felt incredibly premature. but, i didn't question myself that day. {thankfully.}

instead, i followed the spontaneity. and because i assumed the goals were for next year, i had no expectations attached to them. other than i was inspired to write them now.

here's the elixir, fairy dust, magic wand part.

not being weighted down with the HOW-AM-I-GOING-TO-MAKE-THIS-HAPPEN details, i was free.

out of my own way.

i merely made some projections for next year, trusted i would manage them fine, and continued on about my day. that is all.

so.

it seems to me now when we slip our dreams into that mystical gap where possibility is free from our logic, lovely impossibilities spring forth. making rather wild dreams come true.

try it.

xo