Real Choice

We create our own reality.

A truth I’ve been exploring, but now embody, just a bit more. It really is all in our perspective—our interpretation of events. 

I Am powerful. 

I Am powerless.

A choice.

I Am powerful because I dare to dream a reality that differs from the collective. And that reality comes to pass. Everything is true. 

Everything is true. 

We all see differently, but all see. Our perception, our evaluation, our emotions, our imagination, creates the scene.

I choose to believe I Am powerful.

I choose to believe I Am a creator of my experience.

I choose to believe that I Am a healer.

I choose to believe my soul is Huge and Glorious and Beautiful.

I choose to believe my husband and I are perfectly matched and that our marriage was made in heaven.

I choose to believe that all is helping me. 

I Am not alone.

I Am All One.

I meet myself again and again and again in every thought I choose to pursue.

In every thought I choose to discard, I create my path.

New thoughts, please. Preferably from the heart.

I invite in every magical hope and dream.

I invite in every fantastical, loving thought.

I invite in a new way of operating on this earth.

I invite my light body into my human body.

I flit, I float, I fly.

I thrive on earth and explore the rainbow sky.

I choose to choose.

I break free of old ways of being and soar.