December 2007

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Art Spot

I would love to have a space where people can gather and make art. I’d have supplies but mostly I’d just have a big space with a beautiful view. Can you picture it? There would be wooden tables, a couple big sinks, one wall would be mostly windows looking out over the ocean or a canyon, a vista of some kind, great natural light, people could come and go as they pleased. I don’t want to be in the business of stocking supplies so maybe I’d make an arrangement with some art supply stores, and people could also bring in their own supplies.

Doesn’t that sound like a great job? One of my favorite memories is being in art class in high school and working at yes, the wooden tables. Our teacher was kind and she let people who were cutting class hang out in her class. We did art projects and talked and laughed. I actually got some of my art in shows and my high school asked if they could keep one of my drawrings. They framed it and hung it up.

The picture was of a mountain biker and a snowboarder overlaid on top of each other. I saw the pictures in a magazine and superimposed the pictures over each other with the help of a projector. It looked kind of modern arty. I used crayons, markers, pen, and pencil.

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I got a goal workbook from a friend for Christmas. It looks like it will be very useful and I already started filling it out. I’m going to follow it up with a collage to keep me focused on my goals and to keep me inspired for the coming year.

You can download and print out the goal workbook here: www.tonyrobbins.com/pdfs/Momentum2006.pdf

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Christmas Stories

Check out Tinsel Tales on NPR for some Christmas stories, cuddle up by the fire, take a walk in the desert, look out over the Ocean and listen to some stories. I especially like John Henry Faulk’s Christmas Story.

What are your Christmas stories? I don’t even know if I have Christmas stories… let’s see…
About 8 years old: Some one rings the bell. We open the door, there is a big box almost as tall as my head in wrapping paper! The top is open! 4 kids jumping up and down and screaming! I pull out a cheerleader barbie doll from the box. Pure excitement. Our moms are embarrassed.  They look at each other. I don’t care. What food is in there?!!

About 6 years old? A man knocks on the door. I answer. I’m in my pink nightgown and robe. The man asks in a strained voice if my dad is home. He is wearing a dark jacket. He has dark hair. I am innocent. I walk up to my parent’s bedroom to tell my dad that someone is at the door for him. I am first startled when I turn around and find that the man has followed me up the stares and is standing behind me in the hall. Uh oh, maybe I should have shut the door. He yells at my dad. They move into the living room. He knocks my dad into the Christmas tree. He knocks our Christmas tree down. Hey! You knocked our Christmas tree down! I think someone calls the police. Later, I feel somewhat sorry for that man. He looked so sad.

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