My Vision Board

I made a vision board on Canva. I’ve printed it out and am waiting for it to come in the mail so I can stick it to the back of the door.

A vision board shows images of where one wants to be. Mine is based on two visions: health and writing. 

I’m hoping that putting it on the back of the door will engrave these habits in my mind.

I think I’m doing well so far with three of the four — I’m writing, I’m plotting my next query session, I’m eating my fruits and vegetables — but the walking is hard to do. 

I have a treadmill in the basement, but I like walking outside better. Outside is a winter wonderland as in “I wonder where all this ice came from?” and my ice grippers are broken, so a good lap or two around the block isn’t happening right now. 

I don’t know if vision boards work. I don’t know if I’m pushing my vision board enough. My goals seem pretty prosaic. There’s no vision of going on a tropical vacation — but I don’t want a tropical vacation. My biggest dream is to win the Powerball, but my life will become so complicated as a result, and it’s a dream for which I cannot make a plan. 

Plus, I don’t think that vision boards are all about wishing for the results as much as motivating for the results. No matter how hard I try, I will not win the Powerball by anything but luck. But I know I can make things happen, and all I need is a reminder of my priorities.

For the New Year


 Happy New Year! I wish the best for all of you in this new year.

2021 doesn’t feel any different so far, but that doesn’t surprise me. It never does. It’s how the year develops that gives us this feeling of a good year or a bad year.

For Americans, 2020 has been a bad year. We’ve dealt with an increasingly erratic and vindictive president, a total failure at controlling the coronavirus, white supremacy, people falling through the holes in the safety net as they lost their jobs temporarily or permanently, and a horrifying loss of morale as our relatives and friends died of corona. (Other countries have struggled with the virus, the shutdowns, the deaths. I don’t mean to say otherwise, but the US’s bungled response is worse than many, many countries. and they didn’t have a president that made things ever worse).

We want to see our families again, get back to work, pull the poor and struggling up. I am hoping 2021 is the year of healing for us. 

Let me think of happier things — the blank slate ahead of us and the potential for blessings.