See author and CEO Michelle LeBow's home office.  She explains how to create a book with Memoir of Me.  It takes 3 minutes!   

Am I that unreasonable to want my work space free of stinky mountain bike clothes?

One purse was too small.  One was too slouchy.  One was just right!   UrbanJunket holds a Memoir of Me book and a Go-Girl perfectly organized!

Research states when you talk about your dream in daily conversation; there is a 75% greater chance of realizing that dream.

My biggest dream, being a wife to Eric and mom to Tucker and Alyssa, is realized. Being wife and mom is most everything I am and everything I want to be. But, I do have a personal dream. A dream that’s just about me.

I am passionate about enhancing relationships through stories. The way I do this is through Memoir of Me. I want to grow Memoir of Me into a thriving, vivacious, wholesome business. But that isn’t my ultimate dream. My ultimate dream is that I am integral to a community that supports other women be their dream. (Yes, I can’t help it, I totally love my gender. I mean, how can you not love being the gender that created the original sin?  I mean that takes kahunas!)

Anyway, I had this really distinct and clear vision. I’m not a psychic or a shamen, so this vision really struck me. I was older than I am now, probably about 50. I saw my physical self and I had short hair. This really irritated me, actually, because while I think women that wear short hair are super sexy, I have always coveted long, thick hair like my friends Anna and Maria. (I know. Covet is against the ten commandments. But I still do it with really long hair.) I covet long hair because when I was little my mom made me get boy haircuts. I think they were called pixies, but they looked boy to me.

Okay, so back to my vision. I had really short hair and I was dressed a lot classier and hipper than I do now. (Right now my wardrobe consists of anything Mossomo that I can throw in my cart in between my toilet bowl cleaner – I use a lot of that stuff –and my vitamins at Target.) I was super fit, like Madonna. (Hey, it’s My Dream, right?) And that’s about it for my physical self – oh except my eyes -- they had laughter in them.

The striking part of the vision is this. I had a soul-stillness that I don’t have now. Like a serene wisdom that can only come from moving through time and space. I sensed my heart super strong and full and open to the mystical and magical place I was in. This place was full of sun light and there was music and maybe yoga and nummy food.  The energy of this community of beautiful, brilliant people filled every molecule of space in this place. Their energy surrounded me and filled my heart.

And that is my dream. What about you?