For those of you who live in LA, did you notice the sudden burst of butterflies seemingly everywhere a couple weeks ago?
I didn’t… Until I saw a friend of mine post about it to his instagram story… And then, I noticed them everywhere.
What about the Jacaranda trees in full bloom… Did you notice them?
I didn’t… Until Sohail pointed them out to me this morning at breakfast. And then, I saw them on practically every street corner on my way home.
How is it possible to not see one butterfly for months and then instantly notice hundreds of them?
Or to completely miss the bright pink flowers sprouting from the Jacaranda trees when they’re all around you?
The answers lies in awareness.
Our reality is shaped by what we choose to see… And what we choose to see is shaped from what we are aware of.
This week, to kick off Q2, I started my second Best Self Journal of the year.
It was one of the best weeks I’ve had in as long as I can remember. I LOVE THE BEST SELF JOURNAL! LOL! THIS IS NOT AN AD.
The journal gives you the opportunity to write down your most bold missions and measure their progress over three months.
While I schedule digitally, this handwritten notebook keeps track of daily and weekly execution. I open and close each day with it, reviewing my goals and plans to achieve them.
If I don’t take the time to do this, I will mostly notice what others choose to subject to me to, instead of what I choose to pursue.
Similar to the butterflies or the Jacaranda trees, we have the opportunity to envision and become aware our greatest dreams.
Taking the time to think about what you really want and writing it down enables the possibility for it to spring up around you.
Our world moves fast… You have the choice to slow down this weekend to envision your dreams and draft your goals. If you do, you will be one step closer to noticing the clues in the real world capable of triggering their reality.
Our brains are like a farm. Our thoughts are the seeds. We control our thoughts and these seeds grow and manifest every day right before our eyes.
We become what we think about. -Earl Nightingale
The Jacaranda trees in full bloom in Los Angeles