I was no longer a silly teenager or even a young working woman with unrealistic
concepts of what marriage meant or involved. In just a few short years, I had already
experienced what screenwriters create for the primary character of their next film. One
crisis after the other until she hits the bottom, learns why she continually makes wrong
choices, changes her lifetime of harmful habits, finds inner peace, and envisions a future
for herself and her children that will enhance the contentment she has already found.
Putting into practice everything Science of Mind was teaching me about turning
negatives into positives, I added specific images to my visualizations of the future,
finding motivation through the lyrics of familiar love songs, the stories of forever-love in
movies and books, and the pictures torn from magazines that depicted happy couples and
families.
At first on a whim and then in earnest, I purchased several special issues of magazines
devoted to nothing but weddings. I scrutinized each page, on work-free evenings, and
dog-eared those that contributed to my Carol Designed Blueprint for the Future. I even
took Mother to Bullocks Department Store in Century City, California, and combed the
racks for a periwinkle blue chiffon dress, the color and style I envisioned wearing in my
next and last wedding. If such a gown had miraculously appeared, I would have
purchased it without a second thought. After all, a bride needed a wedding dress.
“I don’t understand, Carol, dear,” Mother said, clearly bewildered. “When are your
nuptials taking place? I thought Ion was no longer in your life. You have been dating
other gentlemen. Recently, you have been packing your belongings, and today you
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