🌿 Eight weeks ago, I wouldn't have walked through that gate.

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Today I went to the Botannical Gardens, it's famous for its 18 unique enclosed conceptual gardens - in my wee corner of the world, - it gets aboput 600K visitors a year. It was a stunning morning, so thermos of tea, date and banana loaf, (a great date with my partner) in the back pack, and off we set. From the outside it looked like a lovely Sunday morning.

But I was on a mission.

I went there to scout where my legacy mosaic pieces are going to live one day. Not "imagining" in a wistful, maybe-someday way. Actually walking the paths, poking into the spaces between themed gardens, looking behind gates and doors (hahah see the Big Yellow Doorse)- is it behind here To see the empty zones.... for new themed garden space options - asking myself: where? what? how big?

I even took photos to take home, with "is this the gate that leads to my Legacy Gardens, and "Maybe I can mock up the sign for my gardens"...

Eight weeks ago, that version of me did not exist.

Eight weeks ago, the dream was tucked away in a drawer labelled "yeah, but you're not a famous artist, Debz." The drawer was getting dusty. I'd half forgotten it was even mine.

Then something happened that I can only describe as fate elbowing me in the ribs.

I struck up a conversation with one of the gentlemen who runs the Service Desk. I asked who I'd need to talk to about exploring possibilities with the design team. And he looked at me and said:

"Funny you say that. We've been talking about how we don't have any real representation on a garden theme with recycled materials, we don't have any mosaics in the gardens. Could that be our next one?"

I nearly dropped my thermos.

I showed him a couple of photos of my work. He said, "We need to organise a coffee."

I am still a bit shaky writing this. Actually I am a bit teary - and scared

Here's the bit I want to share with you all:

The dream didn't change today. The gardens didn't change today. The only thing that changed is the limiting belief I've been hauling around like a heavy bag of mortar:

"Who do you think you are?"

That belief had me convinced I needed to be famous, established, validated, and probably 20 years younger before I could even ASK the question. It had me believing that walking up to a "Guardian of the Garden at the Service Desk" and starting a conversation was somehow not allowed.

It was a lie. A very convincing lie. But a lie.

ADHD Harmony has been teaching me to question those beliefs instead of obeying them. So today, with my heart in my throat, I took the bull by the horns and just… spoke to him. And the universe answered with a wink.

My ask for you today, beautiful humans:

What's the dream you've been carrying around in a dusty drawer?

And what's the limiting belief sitting on top of it like a paperweight?

Pick the belief up. Turn it over. Ask it: is this actually true, or have I just been carrying you for so long I forgot you were optional?

P.S. My partner, swept up in the excitement, started teasing me on the walk back: "So what are we going to call it, Deb?"

I will be attaching a very official, very serious mock-up of the sign for your viewing pleasure. 😂 (Manifesting in Comic Sans is still manifesting.)

You'll see I have added in an importnat word, to my Brand, and it is a NOD and a thank you to Jim - Thank you Jim - I would never have thought I could push my self to this, without your program, bless,

Eight weeks. Coffee with a Guardian of the Garden. The drawer is open.

I am still teary and gobsmacked...and nervous

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