{"id":69,"date":"2011-07-11T07:45:09","date_gmt":"2011-07-11T07:45:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coachingreallyworks.com\/?p=69"},"modified":"2016-10-25T02:57:40","modified_gmt":"2016-10-25T09:57:40","slug":"a-true-story-about-the-power-of-visualization-it-really-works","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/coachingreallyworks.com\/blog\/a-true-story-about-the-power-of-visualization-it-really-works\/","title":{"rendered":"A True Story About the Power of Visualization | It Really Works"},"content":{"rendered":"
[guestpost]I want to share a wonderful story today from an old friend of mine, Taylor Stevens, which really inspired me. She’s a mother and an author and she is living a dream she had a long time back. What made this possible? Read the story of her experience and find out. The more we are aware of the wonderful way out minds work the more we are able to us them and lead the lives of our design and choosing. Be inspired![\/guestpost]\n

“At the time, at home with the kids (it made no economical sense to enter the workforce when daycare for two babies would be more than any paycheck I would bring in) I worked odd jobs from home to help supplement the income, and we lived very frugally in a two-bedroom apartment, drove old and used cars, skipped on things like cable, eating out and such, but on one modest income we struggled to pay even the bills we did have.”<\/p>\n

“That was what life looked like when I first began The Informationist<\/em>.<\/p>\n

“I read voraciously back then\u2014always garage sale books\u2014but it took awhile before I started reading fiction. The first year after arriving in the United States, most of my reading was self-help or business related\u2014just trying to get a grasp on this thing called \u201creal life.\u201d When I couldn\u2019t take any more of that, I turned to fiction, which is when I discovered Robert Ludlum, and everyone has already heard that story, so I\u2019ll skip it here and get to the one that hasn\u2019t been told yet.<\/p>\n

“At the time, life being what it was, it was difficult, very difficult, to mentally project time forward to the point where I could see anything beyond the meager life we lived, beyond the struggle to get on our feet. In every way, life was an enormous challenge, and sometimes it felt as if that challenge swallowed me and became a symbol of what forever would be.<\/p>\n

“But I did understand, from all the self-help stuff I\u2019d pumped myself full of in the year prior, that never mind the circumstances that had brought me to this place\u2014circumstances over which I\u2019d had no control\u2014from this point forward, I myself might possibly the biggest thing standing in the way of any success in life: my own limiting beliefs, my own acceptance of what normal could be, my own willingness to settle for a little bit, because it was so much more than I\u2019d ever had before.<\/p>\n

“I don\u2019t remember exactly when this story took place, but I remember that I was at least far enough into The Informationis<\/em>t that it was more than an idea\u2014had maybe written the first 30,000 words or so\u2014but that\u2019s a guesstimate. Not far from where we lived, there was a bookstore (that has since closed) that stood beside the grocery store where we sometimes shopped. For whatever reason, that day all of us were out and about running errands together and we parked in front of the bookstore in order to walk to the grocery store.<\/p>\n

“In a very spur-of-the-moment decision, while the others went on ahead, I paused for a second in front of the bookstore window. I wanted to see if it was possible to take myself out of the moment, out of my limited idea of what was possible, and visualize what it might be like to actually have my <\/em>name on a book somewhere\u2014to see<\/em> the impossible, if you will, as a way to dampen my own lack of vision and change my perspectives on what could actually be. <\/em><\/p>\n

“I have no idea what book I looked at, no recollection of the title, or which author\u2019s name graced the cover. All I remember was standing in front of the glass, while in my head\u2014my minds eye\u2014I took away the author\u2019s name on the book closest to me, and put mine on the cover instead. The emotional reaction, the mental reaction was instant and overpowering. For one second, I visualized and dreamed, and in that same second the disbelief, the mental dissonance, combined with the sudden revelation of what life might be like if this vision were <\/em>true, became such a rushing torrent of uncontrollable emotion that I burst into tears.<\/p>\n

“I could not at the time, in any way shape or form imagine how <\/em>such a thing could come to be, did not even know the steps I would have to take in order to make it happen, but I saw it there, on the other side of that glass window those many years ago, and I dared to dream, and worked daily toward that dream.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>“So with that little story, and this lovely attached image which features The Informationist <\/em>as seen through a bookstore window, I leave you now to head off to ThrillerFest as an attending author, because today, that momentary vision those many years ago, is a reality. Wish me luck :)”<\/p>\n

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