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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A Parent's Nightmare

It was supposed to be an ordinary day, but a feeling something was going to go horribly wrong kept me awake the night before. I waited six months, because the first time they mentioned the routine procedure and the risks I knew my daughter was going to end up dead, or brain damaged. I thought I'd waited long enough. After six months I believed things would be ok. I told myself to relax and stop being paranoid. I shouldn't have. The anesthesiologist with tears in his eyes told me, "I'm not going to lie, she's not doing good. This is the worst day of my career." He was thinking of his career while my little girl was fighting for her life!? He felt bad so I said simply, "I know you tried your best," wondering if my happy sweet little girl would ever smile at me again. There was no point in making a scene. It wouldn't save her. It might kill her. I had to step back and breathe. I needed to focus on giving her all the love a

A Girl Can Dream, Right?

Preparing for the cruise, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation courses through my veins. Amidst sapphire waves and ocean skies, I'm eager to meet with my teammates, especially one sexy beast I've been mentoring late at night, a little too often. A single man secure enough in his masculinity to be sponsored by a woman he'd never met, it was more likely I'd win the lottery but it happened! Men that secure, are as rare as a million dollars popping out of thin air! Finding one man who would just listen to my dream let alone believe in it and share it, up until him has been impossible... yeah I'm ready to go past first base and then some! As I finish packing, I can't help but indulge in a few tantalizing semi erotic fantasies. From our first conversation, strategizing his path to success, I was completely intoxicated by him. After months of working together, I'm still feeling an undeniable connection that has nothing to do with business. His confidence

Dreaming of Death

I dreamed I died, my usable organs were donated, and the rest of me was fed to the birds. I requested before I died, those who received my organs would gather once a year to celebrate my daughter's birthday. I dreamed pieces of my flesh were sent out to wildlife sanctuaries around the world. I dreamed each year, I could see my daughter with my eyes and she could feel my love surrounding her. I dreamed I soared with eagles, dove into the sea with the ospreys, and traveled the world in ecstasy. Gradually, I felt myself fading away into the darkness. My daughter's birthday came again. I lived in her smile and warmth. Like a brilliant sun, she brought life back to the surface. My essence swirled around her, through her. She became my home. I lived in her joy, in her peace I rested. Trees grew from the soil marked with remnants of my flesh, I felt the sun on their leaves, and I felt the cool rich soil bathing their roots. I felt myself in rivers flowing free and wild, splashing

Ashley Needles

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