If I Had A Magic Wand, What Would I love?

July 12, 2022 - Written by Dorothy "Louise" Beasley

If I had a magic wand and could re-create my life to look like a life I love living, what would I love? I would love to own or create a business and be my own boss. I would write out a business plan as to what my purpose was in creating the business and who I would love to serve. I love meeting new people, working as a team with others to support them in feeling valued, acknowledged and cared about.

I love structure and detail in my life, knowing which way I am planning to go, however I am also adaptable and am able to deal with stressful situations in a professional and quiet manner. I choose to decide what is best for me in any given situation, condition or issue and then rise above them all by asking my Higher Power for guidance through these maizes of calamity and indecisions.

I would love to put some order in my life, structured to serve me in the best way possible and to help others who need and want structure in their lives, do the same. I love teaching children and I once had a School Room Teacher tell me I should have taken University Education and become a certified School Teacher. He was a Veteran School Teacher and recognised that I had potential in me to do a good job of teaching children and young adults more about life. This is positive developmental feedback that serves me well as I move forward into being my own boss.

I would love to share the knowledge I have learned about initiating and working with Spirit to heal myself and others from the inside out. It is our thoughts about ourselves that creates the world we live in and we perceive our lives through the experiences we have had throughout our entire lives. As a result of feeling burned out and tired of living a life I hated, wanting to kill myself as I saw nothing to live for, I listened to a friend and she took me to her therapist. I then got on a journey of forgiveness, healing energy modalities that helped me see my life differently and I was able to stay afloat on the river of life up until now. I would like to teach others some of these modalities as they did help me stay in contact with other like minded healing individuals who created win/win situations in our lives.

I would love to write this book about ranch-women as it takes a special person to live that life, even though some ranch-women I talked with said they were ordinary women and had nothing to share with others, nothing to teach others and didn't want to share their ranch-women life stories with others. I realise that the purpose of writing this book is to share with younger women the truth around life, that it is not all seen through rose coloured glasses and sometimes the glasses are stained with mud, sweat and tears.

Tears of joy when we first fell in love, tears of joy when our children were born healthy and alive. Tears of joy when we watched them grow into young teenagers and then into responsible, well rounded, loving adults and now parents. Tears of frustration when they wanted their own voice, to do what they wanted, regardless of what was best for them at that time in their lives. Tears of anger when things didn't always work out as I had planned with my marital relationship. Tears of Joy when I found a Mentor/Mentors and many like-minded friends to help me gain more clarity along life's journey. Mentors who have gone through the same challenges, but through different experiences of those challenges and re-patterned those faulty beliefs into healthy thinking, knowing they are wired for complete wellness and it is okay to dance every day like no one was watching.

To remind myself that my presence, in this present moment, is far more important to the ranch and to all my loved ones, than any opinion I have or anyone else has. My opinion or those of anyone else in my world, is just an opinion, it is not the truth about what is actually going on. Tears of Joy when it dawned on me that just being alive, being me in the present, that my presence as a part of this world, is enough.  

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