Designing Your Life Book Novels & Stories

She will design her own life. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the new empty sheet of her life and she can't wait to start drawing it.

*Silas* "Imagine a table in front of you. Now, take the last forty-eight hours of your life and lay them out on that table. Spread them out and take a good look at your work. It’s extraordinary, isn’t it? Each of you came here feeling lost and trapped by a narrative written by others. Yet, in just four days… yes, only four days… you have discovered a vision and begun to design a blueprint for a better self. And this is just the beginning."

Life had been moving at a whirlwind pace these past few months, and this, these simple, slow mornings, were what grounded me. My latest book had been released three weeks ago, and in that short time, it had become something I never dared dream of, a bestseller. I had been proud of my past books, of course, but this one felt different. It was deeply personal, rooted in the love, struggles, and triumphs that Noah and I had shared in building our family. It wasn’t just my story, it was ours, and the world seemed to resonate with it in ways that humbled me.

"I spent lots of time thinking about the world I want to live in. I thought about why people keep doing things that don't serve them or anyone else. I thought about how I wanted to live the rest of my life." "Do you live in the world as you want it to be?" "I'm doing what I can to have that world evolve into being. The book I just gave you is one way." "Giving me a book helps change the world?" "If you read it you may choose to make some changes to your life. You may even give a copy of the book to someone as a gift. They may read it and they may make some changes. Poco a poco changes happen."

The wind blew, the city buzzed, and life moved forward. I had started my own firm. I had reclaimed my identity. I had built a family. And as I looked at my husband and my daughter, I knew that the best designs weren't the ones on blueprints. They were the ones we lived.

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a

Just the place where the real story started. The one that would be ordinary and extraordinary simultaneously. That would be Saturday cooking and Sunday walks and dinner tables and December snow on London rooftops and Diana’s garden in summer and Amara calling from Philadelphia with sharp questions and my mother’s pepper soup and the Emmanuel Okoye Fund doing the work it was built to do and the book that was not not being written and the child or children who would arrive in their own time and who would grow up in a home built entirely differently from the one this man had grown up in. All of it. The full, specific, unhurried, entirely chosen texture of a life.

I'm in treatment. In another timeline, I died from this. At twenty-eight. Alone in a hospital room while my family stood around my bed calculating how to divide what I left behind. But this timeline, I have your money. Your gift. Your foresight. I'm using it to live. Not the life my parents wanted for me. Not the life I was groomed to live—small and grateful and endlessly giving. I'm building the life YOU wanted for me. One where I matter. Where I'm more than a resource. Where I get to take up space.

Sara POV "Life is a blank canvas that God provided for each of us and then gave us the freedom to decorate it however we pleased. Instead of giving someone else the paintbrush of our lives, we must accept complete responsibility for the pictures we paint on the canvas of our lives." In the dead of night, I read one of my favorite passages from my just-published book before leaving Ema's home.

“ Try this. You will love it” At first she hesitated but when it became obvious the man of God wasn’t ready to give up nor withdraw his offer, she reluctantly took the book while murmuring “thank you” and still not looking at him. “good start “ he commended. “that is Rick Warren. He is as good as Joel Osteen. His book 'purpose driven life' sort of redirects one’s path through a clear faith and understanding of the fact that we are created by God for a reason”. Now turning to Amy who at this time has turned to look at him, “are you borthered about something?”