Say whatever you want about “The Secret.” Hey, I like to make fun of it, too. But there’s a part of me that is inclined to believe in aspects of it, and I will admit to you here and now that each year, on December 31st, I craft a vision board - or as the woman whose house I do this at (with, like 20 other people) calls it, a “treasure map” - charting my desired course for the year ahead.
Maybe I don’t think it’s magic so much - more like one part of your brain programming another part to steer you in certain preferred directions. It’s like your conscious mind trying to get your unconscious mind on board with your intentions. In my vague and forever shifting recovering-clergyman’s-daughter belief system, it sort of goes hand-in-hand with the most graspable definition of god that I’ve come across, which Julia Cameron suggests in The Artist’s Way: GOD = Good Orderly Direction.
So, today is vision board day. Like a 15-year-old with a crush, I’ve got my magazines to cut things from, and glue sticks. (I even have some pictures and phrases I’ve already cut out!) There’ll be poster board and scissors and other stuff at Hopie’s house. I’ll be sending a message to my unconscious mind, and to Whomever Is In Charge of The Universe, that I’m ready to write my book, now, so can we please make that happen? K, thanks.
