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Tsunamis and other challenges…

Woman with Broken Glasses

I am in a tsunami of change. My book goes for pre-sale this coming Friday, which means everything related to that MUST be completed. My website is getting redone. (Don’t look yet, it’s not finished! Ok, look, IF you’re going to go peek, then don’t say I didn’t warn you.) And third, my father and brother are coming in 5 days to visit for two weeks and there’s a ton of prep for that!

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Holy crap! Who decided all of these dates anyway?  (Uh, you Anne.)
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So, interestingly enough, in the midst of all of this sitting-at-the-computer-for-hours-on-end-and-trying-not-to-panic experience, several things have happened. One: I sat on my glasses two weeks ago. Broke ’em good. Had to order new ones.
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Only the new ones aren’t in yet.
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So I’m wearing one-armed glasses that don’t want to play nice. They have a gradual prescription on them, so when they are crooked (which is to say all the time), my poor eyes are so confused! They don’t understand why things are so out of focus!
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When I try to do the one-handed hold on the glasses so I can see what the heck I’m looking at, then I have only one hand to type or do anything else with. I can’t go without them, because I can’t see well enough without them.
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And if I bend over? They are on the floor in a second. Because who remembers to hold onto their glasses when reaching down to get something?
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And as if the glasses weren’t enough, my website crashed last week, meaning we lost all of the updates we’d been doing for a week. I mean everything. So we had to start all over again and re-create the wheel. omg…
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And as if THAT wasn’t enough (wait for it), my business computer crashed and burned on Saturday. After HOURS of messing with it, we finally uninstalled Windows and re-installed it, but not before losing everything that was on it that wasn’t backed up. Which was a bit. 
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So Saturday, on a rainy afternoon, and feeling fairly grumpy, Francisco and I went computer shopping. All the computers I wanted were out of stock. It went something like this: “We can order it for you. You’ll get it next week.”
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Uh, no thank you. I need it NOW.
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Three stores later, I found a computer I love that I could take home with me.
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At a fairly uncomfortable price tag.
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Yeah, a tsunami of change.
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So here’s the positive thing in all of this: everything is still moving forward. The house and cottage are getting prepped for visitors. The website is getting re-built (and the pages I’ve seen are looking good!). I’m in love with my new computer. And I’m anxiously awaiting my new glasses.
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Oh, and my book WILL be ready. I’m absolutely determined that that will happen, one-handed typing or not.
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Angel HandsCalling all angels …
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How am I not a quivering mess? (Well, there have been times, let me tell you.)
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Mostly because I am determined to have the life I want. The peace of mind I want. When I go into quivering mess mode, I recognize what’s happening and do a ton of self-care. And I remind myself that each of these things isn’t the end of the world. (In my book, I share the many times things were very close  to the end of my world, and frankly, these situations aren’t anywhere close. Perspective is everything, right?)
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I also remind myself that I can manifest all kinds of good in my life. So … what if I am manifesting exactly what I want? Only going through a few bumps in the road to get there?
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Here’s the cool thing:
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Manifesting a life you want is a skill.
And skills are something you can learn!
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Notice I said skills, right? If manifesting is a skill, then each one of us can learn it! And that’s super cool!
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I believe you can learn how to manifest what you want. It just takes desire and persistence, Divine One,  and you are invited to hone your skills with me, should you desire.
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Here’s how:
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Create Your Year of Magic!

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Come create the life you ache for. It’s time. And truthfully, your life is ready. You are ready.
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xoxoxo,
Anne
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