Changing Your To Do List and Other Things

Ever written a list that goes something like:

Take vitamins
Pay bills
Pick up dry cleaning
Get spinach, cheese, and rice thins
Etc
Etc
Ect

Until you want to pull your hair out and just go back to bed?

I have, but all that changed a few years ago. My to-do lists transformed into tiny love notes to myself.

Now my lists look something like this,

Dear Ashley,

I'm so proud of you for waking up today! Getting out of bed might be a small accomplishment but you've already accomplished one thing today! I love your passion for life!

Hey, I hope you will remember to take those yummy vitamins I got you! I want to see if they work! Maybe they will give you tons of energy for the rest of the day!

The internet is expensive this month but you are doing so great with marketing and writing your books, it's worth it to me. You are worth it to me!

Oh and remember that gorgeous dress you wore on that sexy date? It's at the dry cleaners. You look smashing in it, so don't forget to pick it up!

I also invited some of your friends over for a movie, and I was thinking maybe we could show off the delicious cheesy spinach dip you make? What do you think? Otherwise, if you have too much to do I understand and we will just order pizza,

Remember I love you tons and tons!!! Have a great day happy girl!!!!

P.S. I'm looking forward to your book launch!!!!

Once I changed the nature of my to-do lists into I love me lists, my days got a lot better and I got a ton more done.

Now, not only do I get to cross stuff off once it's done, I also celebrate the little things, the failures, the mistakes, and successes.

Celebrating the tiny things helps you keep going when you hit walls and blocks on the way to your goals and you can't fail if you don't try hence

FAILURE MEANS YOU WERE BRAVE ENOUGH TO TRY!!!

Celebrating my failures was a huge breakthrough for me. I never would have had the courage to publish a book if I hadn't changed my perspective of failure.

I assumed if I tried and people hated what I did, I shouldn't be doing it. I didn't take into account MY LOVE OF SOMETHING BEING REASON ENOUGH TO DO IT!

What do you love, you are most afraid of failing at?

THAT'S YOUR PURPOSE!

Below are some books to help get you from started to FINISHED!

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No Greater Love

In my marriage, I grew cold and distant, I was dark emptiness taking up a small space. When the marriage inevitably ended, I was left wondering if I was capable of love at all. Wondering if my coldness led to the death of something great for many people. Since then I've tried a few tepid attempts at love, with each trial showing me new errors. People say, "You just haven't met the right person yet," but that isn't true. Relationships fail not because there is some mystical magical right person out there for each of us but rather because we are human and being human means failing sometimes. (Of course, just because there is no "right one" that doesn't mean there aren't wrong ones. There are after all a few truly terrible people mucking about in the world but these are the exceptions, not the rule.) I am currently a failure at relationships, but with each failure, I learn and grow, and eventually, I will be a fantastic success at one relati...

One Day at a Time

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Divorce: A Journey to Total Happiness

Your plans lay shattered in a million pieces. You're walking around with a gaping hole smashed in your chest from the words that ripped out your heart. You can barely breathe. I remember those first three months vividly. I'd failed my marriage, my husband and myself. My dreams of being a perfect wife, of having the best marriage ever, all went perfectly to hell. Despite how many times I'd fantasized about leaving my husband and how awful my marriage was every inch of my body felt flayed, bruised and every bone broken. Each nerve ending cried with a desperate need to be touched and held. Any vague reminder of my marriage, my spouse, was like getting kicked in the gut by a Clydesdale. Three years later I look back and know it was all worth it, every excruciating moment. The living torment led me to paths I never would have otherwise taken. Desperate to escape the thoughts torturing my mind I delved into sleep hypnosis, audiobooks on relationships, communica...

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