One year ago, on Page 3 of my fresh new Beyond Freedom program, I was asked to design my “Best Day.” Go ahead, it instructed: write it. Hmmm…my best day. I hadn’t had one of those in a long time – forgot what a best day might feel like. But being a new enthusiastic student, I put pencil to the workbook page and started creating.

I created two: one including my (then) 15 year old son, and one without.

The Best Day with Max was a beloved white water river trip for a few days. The sun shining and the clear, crisp river water churning. I wrote that he, who never had experienced white water before, would be nervous and anxious in a healthy excited sort of way. And me, the veteran of 4 rivers would be eager to share the adventure and witness my boy expand his life experience and grow as a result. He would laugh, maybe get tossed out of the raft once or twice (I chose a Class 2 stretch of the American River, nothing too challenging) and just have a blast. We’d share. We’d camp. We’d make S’mores in the campfire. Max would watch out for me and the trip would be a real high for me and for Max.

I cried with wistful emotion when I wrote it. The reality was/is, Max is a normal, self-centered teen age boy who only knows the urban life: Wii, Nintendo, skateboarding, and biking around with his buddies. The last thing he’d ever choose to do would be to go away with ol’ Mom. And certainly not a white water trip where dirt, outside latrines, and camping are part of it…
The possibility of ever sharing a favorite trip like that was so remote when I wrote the page.

Dream on. A Best Day, indeed.

I am thrilled to share with you that my Best Day occurred! Yes! Last weekend, we were on the river. We took older (step) brother Marc and the three of us had a blast. Max really got into it, falling out and all! S’mores and all! Tent and all! Though he dare not admit it, he had a great weekend. I did too. I watched him dig in with his oar and pull hard as if it were life and death…I watched him jump joyously into the cold river for a quick swim. I also was stunned and thrilled that he decided to throw me into the river! Like a teen age girl when the teen age boy knocks her off her bike, she knows it’s true love. That’s how I felt.

In a most powerful way, I designed the day and I made it happen. I gave my Best Day the power of intention coupled with high emotional involvement and made it happen.

Whoo hoo! Good for me!

At home at 12:00 midnight when we finally got there, I jumped into the shower, my heart smiling. I did it!

And now, what is my second best day you may ask…? Well, that’s a bit trickier, methinks: a sunny drive up the coast in the cool convertible of a terrific man, stopping for a beach-side gorgeous lunch and a late afternoon glass of wine. Sun setting, we slowly drive back home.
Nice…it will be. It will be soon.

The Law of Attraction is part of my psyche. It will be soon.