I’m writing this from an airplane as I'm taking my kids north to visit my mom in Iowa. Our departure time was originally 2:45pm. It’s 6:00pm now and we’ve been told there are 42 airplanes ahead of us waiting for their departure. If we deplane we don’t get to fly, so here we sit, hungry and bored, attempting to make the best of the strange, cramped unknown.

There are a lot of crying babies and grumpy people on this airplane. Understandably.  But we're hanging in there, and I have a way of seizing the opportunity available in these unexpected moments of standing still.

I’m using the time that I’m not interacting with the kids to envision my life. I’m refining some things I’ve been consciously creating. I’m practicing the scenes from inside the experience, feeling the emotions, sensing the sounds, smells, tastes, and textures of my life experiences imagined real.

I’ve brushed into believing for several moments and it’s becoming more solid, more real with each simulated practice session.

My vision will be my reality.

My reality is my vision. It’s fun.

Exhilarating actually, this creation process.