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I am soooooo excited!!! So excited that my hands tremble as I try to type these words. I feel on the brink of something huge, something so blessed and positive that I struggle to keep from giggling and clapping  my hands. On the beach, I feel like Jetstar jumping, cartwheeling and screaming with joy into the face of the ocean. I have a permanent smile on my face, even when, in some circumstances, my smile has no right to be there. I can't stop this feeling of pure excitement permeating every moment of every day.

So by now I'm sure you are all dying for me to tell you why I am so excited. What's this big news, what has got this mad woman in such a tiz. Well.......truthfully.......I have no idea!!  I just feel excited!

I have been feeling this way for sometime now. I wondered if  perhaps it was the onset of Christmas and thoughts of being with my family and friends, free from work commitments, schedules and routines. However, here we are the 14th January 2015 and I am still buzzing with the sensation of pure excitement and anticipation.
Happy New Year by the way!!

Is it because I have begun a New Year and everything is before me? Is it just that? It feels so much bigger. I feel as though everything has changed, every possible good thing that could happen has already happened and I am experiencing the aftermath of all my dreams come true. It feels like I have the Midas touch and whatever I put my hand to, will turn to gold!

Not only do I feel this anticipated joy about myself, I also feel it about everyone else. This is going to be a big year. If you have dreams...go after them, if you have been debating a big change, go for it! Stretch yourself, have courage and start anew, reinvent your self. The planets must be in perfect alignment or something, because I'm telling you, its big! The trick is to channel this positive energy into our lives....right now. Don't delay. I intend to do so. Today!

Here is something to get you going. Click here to watch and listen to this golden oldie and join me in the excitement!!! (I'm the one in the hat! Go Pointer Sisters!) Yes, there are a lot of exclamation points in this blog. Today I am the exclamation point!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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  1. Shavarnia15 January 2015 at 08:45

    Oh yeah!!!!!!.Me too. I'm the one with the cool pants.

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