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How much of your days are spent lost in thoughts of \u201cIf\u00a0only I \u200ecould\u2026\u201d? \u200e<\/span><\/h2>\n

My family will quickly attest that my memory is lacking, but certain \u200eevents from my childhood resonate and remind me of days when I \u200ewas free as a bird. I can recall jumping naked on my bed with my \u200efriend, happily somersaulting, \u200e skipping and rolling \u200erolling down a mountain of sand and \u200eplaying, swimming in a huge puddle by my house. Can you remember \u200ethe last time that you felt totally unleashed?\u200e<\/p>\n

It is not that I have nothing to say. I was always outspoken and \u200epassionate about the things which were important to me. I showed up \u200eto my high school graduation in a full tuxedo and tails, as a teenager \u200emade Aliyah (moved to Israel) and worked in the kibbutz dairy when \u200ethis was not common. Not too long ago, I participated in a Spencer \u200eTunick installation at the Dead Sea.\u200e<\/p>\n

A number of significant signposts found alongside ordinary, everyday \u200elife. Most days run their course with no specific agenda: home, family \u200eand work. By default, random events on the day\u2019s path and those to \u200efollow determine life\u2019s general direction. \u200e<\/p>\n

On the one hand, the past few years have been filled with sparked \u200emetamorphosis while on the other hand, laden with dissatisfaction. I \u200ehave been hard pressed to cohesively leverage this change into an \u200eactive and clear plan for the years to come. Recently I joined two \u200eclasses: the Motivation Manifesto and the Achievement Accelerator. \u200eAccelerate they have! The first task at hand was to regain control of \u200emy mornings.<\/p>\n

Suddenly I feel the earth move under my feet, a surge of \u200ecourage and a probing hand on my fears.\u200e<\/h2>\n

My mornings are laden with a two some hour routine. First and \u200eforemost, totally free of cyber communications: no email, Facebook, \u200eor surfing the web of any kind, period!\u200e<\/p>\n

I begin my mornings with a glass of lukewarm water and apple cider \u200evinegar. This is followed by a green smoothie. \u200e\u2003\u200e<\/p>\n

Before meditating I \u200econsciously \u201cbreathe in\u201d my vision board and recite my affirmations \u200eor personal mission statement.<\/p>\n

I then free dance barefoot outside for \u200e\u200e10-15 minutes. Finally, I tackle my daily planner. What am I grateful \u200efor today? What am I enthusiastic about today? What am I committed \u200eto doing today, no matter what? Who do I need to reach out to \u200etoday? Who am I waiting for action from today? Which are the tasks \u200eamongst 3-5 projects that I can facilitate should there be time?\u200e<\/p>\n

My mornings have gifted me with renewed energy and heightened \u200efocus. More importantly, they have enhanced the levels of excitement and \u200epassion for my journey which awaits me, no longer in the horizon but here!\u200e<\/p>\n

This morning it was raining, heavy downpours, intermittent rays of \u200esunshine and a rainbow. As the showers became a drizzle, I discovered \u200emy window to go outside and dance my joy. Nothing can beat the \u200esmell of the morning in nature, the fresh smell that the rain brings and \u200ethe joy of being.<\/p>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200e\u200eToday I turned the clock back into time and once \u200eagain found myself happily dancing in puddles! What fun, what joy, as \u200eI embrace the passions of my journey!\u200e\u200f<\/h2>\n

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