it's almost getting spooky. yes, this is the season for halloween. still, it's one thing to go 'oooh!' in fake horror at a little ghostie. it's quite another for your husband of 12 years change in front of your face.
it's sunday. mellow day. i had gotten into a habit of thinking 'oh sunday, just great, i have umpty-zillion (that's right before femty-zillion and right after oopty-zillion, if my maths are right) things to do, and 7 hours to do it. those are 7 sunday hours, which as you know, goes twice as fast, owing to the sun speeding up on sunday somehow.
or it used to.
today i specifically got out of bed thinking "ya know what? i only have a few things to do today and i have a whole pile of time to do it in."
"oh yeah and thanks for that, big U*"
(*first time readers - i'm on a first letter basis with the universe. it lets me call it U).
also i had started the intention very recently that i have a very tidy house. (sound of laughter in the background.....) i said INTENTION. well, today i was inspired to get dishes washed, clothes washed, and a little boy bathed straight away. when i had all that done it was still 11:30am! holy cow, it's usually 7pm before i have all that done!
in fact, left, right, and centre i was getting a whole pile of things i was wanting. case in point : the internet wouldn't work this morning (well, not my end of it, anyway...). i started to think "oh i don't really want to spend - NO WAIT! - oh yeah - this is going to work quickly and easily." at first, it was really easy - i didn't do it! i specifically didn't do anything until i was in the mode of 'it's going to be easy'. i mean not so easy that my genius goes unrecognized by my husband, but so easy that i just have to touch a few things and it's done.
i got the manual out of the box, clicked on the router wizard, and suddenly everything was fine. seriously, all i did was get the manual out of the box. don't tell my husband. he thinks i have magic fingers. ON THE COMPUTER, PEOPLE, KEEP IT CLEAN!
but these things are just becoming normal (yay! these things are becoming normal!!!). what is novel and weird-in-a-good-way, however, is that there i am doing another set of dishes after dinner and hubby shouts in to me "do you want these clothes taken upstairs? . . .why are you looking at me that way?" which made me notice i wasn't concealing my shock. seriously, my husband offered to and then did take clean clothes upstairs! has he been replaced with a look-alike? where's the pod? do i care? take it and run! "yes please." oh, and "THANK YOU!" i like this husband a lot. he's much better than the one i had been attracting. thank god i stopped doing that!
Sunday, 7 October 2007
Saturday, 6 October 2007
lack of sleep catches up with me
yeah, i really should set a limit. i have been working on so many of these new ideas and exercises so much lately that i have not been getting to sleep until 1am. (and again, here i am, still typing). my usual lights-out is 12am latest. i'm a working a mother. i get home, i cook the dinner, tend to the children, shuffle them to bed, do a few chores, then write in the blog, then do one of the charles haanel weekly exercises. i only started a couple of weeks ago, so i'm still just going onto the third week. yes, they're nice, but i have had the feeling i should really just go to sleep. but if i don't, then i won't progress! must progress! no, must chill out.
and the balance is tipping a bit, i noticed today. there was a little loss-of-patience at the five-hundredth time a certain two year old turned the oven on when i prefer he had left the thing alone. i keep telling him that i prefer him not to do that. he doesn't seem to understand that i'm trying to attract good behaviour from him.
so i think i'm going to set the intention for this week that i get all my beauty sleep. i know, i'm as beautiful as i think i am. but i only think as well as i sleep. i could change my beliefs and intend that i only need 6 hours of sleep, but i LOVE sleep; that belief pattern just will not work for me. i won't allow it.
but the good news is that my level of annoyance at ovens being turned on and toys being thrown across rooms and tantrums being thrown is much lower than before. this is a tracking-progress blog for me, and i can truthfully say that i feel like things are much more positive, even in the not-as-positive moments. as Abraham says, "the good is gooder."
additionally, i wrote another book tonight. ever since i had the intention to create some ideas for children's books, the ideas have been flowing like water. it is totally amazing, and it is the most fun i've had in quite some time, and i am a person who has fun with very little effort. but clearly, if one is going to have the intention that ideas are going to come, one should also have the courtesy to oneself to have the time to implement the ideas. that's what i now intend.
and exactly right now i intend to get some sleep.
and the balance is tipping a bit, i noticed today. there was a little loss-of-patience at the five-hundredth time a certain two year old turned the oven on when i prefer he had left the thing alone. i keep telling him that i prefer him not to do that. he doesn't seem to understand that i'm trying to attract good behaviour from him.
so i think i'm going to set the intention for this week that i get all my beauty sleep. i know, i'm as beautiful as i think i am. but i only think as well as i sleep. i could change my beliefs and intend that i only need 6 hours of sleep, but i LOVE sleep; that belief pattern just will not work for me. i won't allow it.
but the good news is that my level of annoyance at ovens being turned on and toys being thrown across rooms and tantrums being thrown is much lower than before. this is a tracking-progress blog for me, and i can truthfully say that i feel like things are much more positive, even in the not-as-positive moments. as Abraham says, "the good is gooder."
additionally, i wrote another book tonight. ever since i had the intention to create some ideas for children's books, the ideas have been flowing like water. it is totally amazing, and it is the most fun i've had in quite some time, and i am a person who has fun with very little effort. but clearly, if one is going to have the intention that ideas are going to come, one should also have the courtesy to oneself to have the time to implement the ideas. that's what i now intend.
and exactly right now i intend to get some sleep.
Friday, 5 October 2007
using the pray rain journal
James Ray continuously makes the point on The Secret cds that you can't just have one area in your life be great and be abundant. okay fine, i can't be a millionaire while i'm annoyed at my husband. fine fine fine fine fine. so let's work on that. all the good things will start a'rollin in once i get that sorted out. in fact i'm sure he (James) personally promised me that. it may not be on your copy, but i'm sure it's on mine. it's the holly version.
so the pray rain journal that i started today did not begin with the amazing way i'm going to live when i'm a millionaire. it started with how wonderful my husband is. and if i'd known how quickly this would have an affect on my life, i'd have done it from the start.
first of all, let me thank Jeanette for the great idea of it. it was on her blog here. i bought a notebook specifically for this exercise. and i'm using my favorite blue pen. if you're going to do it, do it right, i thought. i love writing with this particular pen, ergo i must love whatever i write with the pen. just nod and smile.
at first i thought "oh jeez so many many many pages of writing. can i write that much good stuff about someone?" then i remembered that i write in this thing every night, so hey, i can probably write at least a page of good stuff about my husband of 12 years. i mean he's not all leaving clothes strewn and where's my dinner. sometimes he's smiles and laughs. so i start. it turns out that i easily pushed out three pages of good stuff about that guy! who knew?! wow! now that's the guy i like! and a couple more in the afternoon. wow! now, not only did it put me in a very good frame of mind, particularly with respect to him, but oh WOW did it change the day!
i found myself emailing him wishing him a happy day. he writes back "are you okay, what's wrong." i didn't write "nothing you dufus i'm trying to be nice to you!" i did reply "i just wanted you to have a nice day!" so then we had a nice digital back-and-forth for awhile. then i told him i'd pick up our daughter from school - he usually does this. that would
a) give me a treat
b) give our daughter a treat
c) give him a break which would hopefully lift his mood.
"fine with me," came the reply.
so i'm waiting at the school, and who walks past me but my husband and our son. "ahem" i say. he looked at me and smiled. then i got a hug from the boy. but the boy always gives me hugs, so that's not really novel. then he was off to terrorize the other children (our son, not my husband).
so we had a nice moment standing waiting for m1 while m2 ran off all his little boy energy, reminding us that we had children so we could laugh at them. in a good way, mostly.
then we head home, him on foot with our son, me with m1 and her friend in the car. (don't worry, he didn't have to walk far; we live around the corner and he only walked because m2 only gets tired by having been walked.)
we had a nice peaceful (as peaceful as it can be with two 8 year old girls in the house) afternoon. no shouting. no, it's true! not even an impatient moment! HEY this pray rain journal thing is working a treat already! woo hoo!
then my daughter's friend's mother, AKA my friend, came to get her daughter. i did the british thang which is offer a cuppa. so the three of us (she, me, he) sat around laughing for a good 30 minutes, something we rarely do.
and that's really what i want most out of life. good friends, good children, good laughs, a nice happy life.
no wait, i still want the millions. they're on their way.
but what a fantastic evening that was created from 5 pages on a steno pad!
so the pray rain journal that i started today did not begin with the amazing way i'm going to live when i'm a millionaire. it started with how wonderful my husband is. and if i'd known how quickly this would have an affect on my life, i'd have done it from the start.
first of all, let me thank Jeanette for the great idea of it. it was on her blog here. i bought a notebook specifically for this exercise. and i'm using my favorite blue pen. if you're going to do it, do it right, i thought. i love writing with this particular pen, ergo i must love whatever i write with the pen. just nod and smile.
at first i thought "oh jeez so many many many pages of writing. can i write that much good stuff about someone?" then i remembered that i write in this thing every night, so hey, i can probably write at least a page of good stuff about my husband of 12 years. i mean he's not all leaving clothes strewn and where's my dinner. sometimes he's smiles and laughs. so i start. it turns out that i easily pushed out three pages of good stuff about that guy! who knew?! wow! now that's the guy i like! and a couple more in the afternoon. wow! now, not only did it put me in a very good frame of mind, particularly with respect to him, but oh WOW did it change the day!
i found myself emailing him wishing him a happy day. he writes back "are you okay, what's wrong." i didn't write "nothing you dufus i'm trying to be nice to you!" i did reply "i just wanted you to have a nice day!" so then we had a nice digital back-and-forth for awhile. then i told him i'd pick up our daughter from school - he usually does this. that would
a) give me a treat
b) give our daughter a treat
c) give him a break which would hopefully lift his mood.
"fine with me," came the reply.
so i'm waiting at the school, and who walks past me but my husband and our son. "ahem" i say. he looked at me and smiled. then i got a hug from the boy. but the boy always gives me hugs, so that's not really novel. then he was off to terrorize the other children (our son, not my husband).
so we had a nice moment standing waiting for m1 while m2 ran off all his little boy energy, reminding us that we had children so we could laugh at them. in a good way, mostly.
then we head home, him on foot with our son, me with m1 and her friend in the car. (don't worry, he didn't have to walk far; we live around the corner and he only walked because m2 only gets tired by having been walked.)
we had a nice peaceful (as peaceful as it can be with two 8 year old girls in the house) afternoon. no shouting. no, it's true! not even an impatient moment! HEY this pray rain journal thing is working a treat already! woo hoo!
then my daughter's friend's mother, AKA my friend, came to get her daughter. i did the british thang which is offer a cuppa. so the three of us (she, me, he) sat around laughing for a good 30 minutes, something we rarely do.
and that's really what i want most out of life. good friends, good children, good laughs, a nice happy life.
no wait, i still want the millions. they're on their way.
but what a fantastic evening that was created from 5 pages on a steno pad!
Thursday, 4 October 2007
the healing power of toys
i had a very productive day today, after having decided i wanted a real 'in the zone' day of writing code. it's so much more fun to program when as soon as i have gotten to an obstacle, i just sit back and think "i can figure this out" instead of my old way of going "oh d&(*£%, just work" (and that's the clean version!). so after a very satisfying day of that, i hopped in the car and thought "okay what shall i have now?" i settled on just having a lovely evening with the family. laughs and hugs would be a nice end to the day.
my former neighbour (but still good friend) 's children were over at my house with my daughter. she came shortly after i arrived and i thought it would be nicer to have a cuppa with her than to immediately start the dinner. so we had a nice chat, exchanging thoughts on her Wayne Dyer readings and my 'The Secret' listenings. it was so nice that i forgot it was violin lesson day. so when the teacher arrived and there wasn't even a hint of dinner cooked, i fell into old habits. racing around, trying to keep the 2 year old from interrupting the lesson AND cooking the dinner.
i got my loud "STOP!" via a good dose of hot beef drippings splashed on my right hand.
several of my inner voices now arrive :
the mom: "get the boy out of the way!"
the first-aider: "run that hand under cold water! stat!"
the software engineer : "isn't there a program to prevent that in future?!"
the musician : "music will soothe the pain away!"
luckily, the first-aider in me won and there i was, running soothing cold water over the hand. i was standing there realizing that if i'd have just not been 'chasing time' as The Secret cds suggest, it wouldn't have happened, but also that it doesn't necessarily mean that i'm going to have a burn. i also know i'm probably not vibrating the right level to prevent the burn, so
i turn of the water and do some reiki on my hand. i went in, sat down on the couch to do the reiki, and probably got as much out of the calmness as i did from the reiki.
the kids decided this was love time. when is it not 'love time' really? i mean honestly? so as i'm sitting there being calm, not caring about the dinner that is almost certainly burning, doing reiki on my hand, i feel hugs and stuffed animals. i say "thank you" to both my children who are staring at me with that "it's okay we'll take care of you" look. a minute later, i'm being slowly covered with stuffed animal after stuffed animal by my daughter, the 8 year old. not wanting to be left out, my son, aged two, puts cars on me. by the end of it, i have 7 stuffed animals on top of my arms, and 15 hot wheels cars. they were standing there admiring their handiwork until i burst out laughing which has a real domino effect as you can imagine.
the rest of the evening was riddled with laughs and hugs, which is just what i was hoping for.
and the hand? totally fine. thank you!
oh i almost forgot : here's something for the 'be careful how you do the exercises' file.
i got Michael Losier's Law of Attraction book at the weekend. it is a fantastic resource in that he walks you through exercises to apply LOA. i also went to his website to get a 'clarity through contrast' worksheet. i did it at a work break. he suggests writing about 50 things on the contrast side (the list of things you don't like). i got about 20, and had that list sitting there next to me when an idea for my code popped in my head. the list continued to sit there, all 20 negatives i'd thought of, right next to me on the desk for probably an hour. and then i get a confrontational email from the person i'm making the list about. i thought "hmm. . .i'm not going to answer that until after i finish this worksheet!" so not only did i quickly fill in the clarity side of the worksheet, i quickly just did a list of positive aspects about him, like Abraham suggests.
note to self : in future, finish the exercise, before you get an email from someone you may or may not be trying to change your thoughts about!!!!
i also signed up for Michael's newsletter, which included a link in it to a recording he'd done with some listeners. the one i listened to today focused on our use of "don't, not and no". this will really highlight the negative talk around you. it's made me see lunch in a completely different light. mostly it's fine because we talk and laugh about the ridiculous things our kids do. but then at some point, something bothers someone, and i have to sit there and think of something positive while they go off on one of their "and then they did this can you believe that!?" and then i get weird looks, because i have a dreamy look on my face while they've been talking about the rude clerk at the shop, but i've been thinking about the cute little puppies at the b&b i stayed at in edinburgh.
okay i have to go now, my husband has spotted another spider and is looking at my law of attraction library as possible smashing tools. i need to re-direct him to his american studies books!
my former neighbour (but still good friend) 's children were over at my house with my daughter. she came shortly after i arrived and i thought it would be nicer to have a cuppa with her than to immediately start the dinner. so we had a nice chat, exchanging thoughts on her Wayne Dyer readings and my 'The Secret' listenings. it was so nice that i forgot it was violin lesson day. so when the teacher arrived and there wasn't even a hint of dinner cooked, i fell into old habits. racing around, trying to keep the 2 year old from interrupting the lesson AND cooking the dinner.
i got my loud "STOP!" via a good dose of hot beef drippings splashed on my right hand.
several of my inner voices now arrive :
the mom: "get the boy out of the way!"
the first-aider: "run that hand under cold water! stat!"
the software engineer : "isn't there a program to prevent that in future?!"
the musician : "music will soothe the pain away!"
luckily, the first-aider in me won and there i was, running soothing cold water over the hand. i was standing there realizing that if i'd have just not been 'chasing time' as The Secret cds suggest, it wouldn't have happened, but also that it doesn't necessarily mean that i'm going to have a burn. i also know i'm probably not vibrating the right level to prevent the burn, so
i turn of the water and do some reiki on my hand. i went in, sat down on the couch to do the reiki, and probably got as much out of the calmness as i did from the reiki.
the kids decided this was love time. when is it not 'love time' really? i mean honestly? so as i'm sitting there being calm, not caring about the dinner that is almost certainly burning, doing reiki on my hand, i feel hugs and stuffed animals. i say "thank you" to both my children who are staring at me with that "it's okay we'll take care of you" look. a minute later, i'm being slowly covered with stuffed animal after stuffed animal by my daughter, the 8 year old. not wanting to be left out, my son, aged two, puts cars on me. by the end of it, i have 7 stuffed animals on top of my arms, and 15 hot wheels cars. they were standing there admiring their handiwork until i burst out laughing which has a real domino effect as you can imagine.
the rest of the evening was riddled with laughs and hugs, which is just what i was hoping for.
and the hand? totally fine. thank you!
oh i almost forgot : here's something for the 'be careful how you do the exercises' file.
i got Michael Losier's Law of Attraction book at the weekend. it is a fantastic resource in that he walks you through exercises to apply LOA. i also went to his website to get a 'clarity through contrast' worksheet. i did it at a work break. he suggests writing about 50 things on the contrast side (the list of things you don't like). i got about 20, and had that list sitting there next to me when an idea for my code popped in my head. the list continued to sit there, all 20 negatives i'd thought of, right next to me on the desk for probably an hour. and then i get a confrontational email from the person i'm making the list about. i thought "hmm. . .i'm not going to answer that until after i finish this worksheet!" so not only did i quickly fill in the clarity side of the worksheet, i quickly just did a list of positive aspects about him, like Abraham suggests.
note to self : in future, finish the exercise, before you get an email from someone you may or may not be trying to change your thoughts about!!!!
i also signed up for Michael's newsletter, which included a link in it to a recording he'd done with some listeners. the one i listened to today focused on our use of "don't, not and no". this will really highlight the negative talk around you. it's made me see lunch in a completely different light. mostly it's fine because we talk and laugh about the ridiculous things our kids do. but then at some point, something bothers someone, and i have to sit there and think of something positive while they go off on one of their "and then they did this can you believe that!?" and then i get weird looks, because i have a dreamy look on my face while they've been talking about the rude clerk at the shop, but i've been thinking about the cute little puppies at the b&b i stayed at in edinburgh.
okay i have to go now, my husband has spotted another spider and is looking at my law of attraction library as possible smashing tools. i need to re-direct him to his american studies books!
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
hubby makes dinner!
i have been making dinner a lot lately. i've been cooking more since i have discovered the delights of weight watchers recipes. yes, i know, The Secret (sandie, i capitalized that for you) cds say that we should visualize ourselves at our perfect weight. the thing is, i'm enjoying the experience of losing weight. i now don't have that fear of not doing it, i know i'm going to reach my weight because each week i know i'm going to lose a pound or two. that's FUN! that raises my vibration! and i'm having FUN making weight watchers food - it's quick, easy, tasty! i mean if i can master the recipes, they are easy.
i am a woman who needs a recipe for toast. i'm okay with that. it's not something i need to be wonderful at. i'm wonderful at many things, and if someone screams at me "BUT YOU'RE NOT WONDERFUL AT COOKING," i will :
a) recognize them as a crazy person from the shouting; and
b) not care otherwise.
i come from a family of good cooks. let them have the spotlight in that area. that gives me something to praise them about. hey j(sister)! what you do with baked goods is amazing! hey ma! those case noodles are brilliant! hey dad! you make some mean chili! key k(brother) way to combine that ragu with those noodles! okay so he's finding himself. give him time.
now that i have gone way off my point, let me come back. so as i say, i have been cooking a lot recently, and tonight i had some running to do (the 10k is in a week + half), so i really was hoping the dinner would make itself tonight. on the drive home, i got in the 'happy zone', and pictured the veggies (i bought a couple pre-cut skewered packs - they are lovely) being put on the cookie sheet, going under the grill. i was really thankful for it and couldn't wait to get home and taste them.
now i'm not going to tell you they cooked themselves. that would just be loopy. no, i knew the only way they'd get on the sheet is for b* to put them on. now just to be clear, my husband makes me look like julia child/jamie oliver/emeril. the best thing i can say about his cooking aspirations is that he is a wonderful american studies lecturer. "you're better at it," is his claim. "no, i am just the only one who does it," i used to reply. now i visualize. and get happy. i know i can't attract things into his life, so that's why i didn't focus on *him* doing it. i focused on it being done. if i'd have pictured him doing it, i think i would have had the doubt.
in addition, i have purposely made a point of 'segment intending' a pleasant evening once i pass through the door after work. so i was thinking 'pleasant evening' as i opened the door...
and smelled...
VEGGIES!!!! the veggies HAD gone onto the baking sheet! they HAD gone under the grill! just like i knew he could.
then i got upstairs later and just before blogging tonight i saw the email he'd sent me just after i logged off at work. "please let me know what time you'll be home and i'll put dinner on." wow. so you better believe i replied with a "you are a sweetheart, thanks for the veggies." i couldn't let that pass without gratitude!!! and i tried not to think of the silliness of sending an email to a person 50 feet from me. i, er, em didn't want to wake the kids...
i am a woman who needs a recipe for toast. i'm okay with that. it's not something i need to be wonderful at. i'm wonderful at many things, and if someone screams at me "BUT YOU'RE NOT WONDERFUL AT COOKING," i will :
a) recognize them as a crazy person from the shouting; and
b) not care otherwise.
i come from a family of good cooks. let them have the spotlight in that area. that gives me something to praise them about. hey j(sister)! what you do with baked goods is amazing! hey ma! those case noodles are brilliant! hey dad! you make some mean chili! key k(brother) way to combine that ragu with those noodles! okay so he's finding himself. give him time.
now that i have gone way off my point, let me come back. so as i say, i have been cooking a lot recently, and tonight i had some running to do (the 10k is in a week + half), so i really was hoping the dinner would make itself tonight. on the drive home, i got in the 'happy zone', and pictured the veggies (i bought a couple pre-cut skewered packs - they are lovely) being put on the cookie sheet, going under the grill. i was really thankful for it and couldn't wait to get home and taste them.
now i'm not going to tell you they cooked themselves. that would just be loopy. no, i knew the only way they'd get on the sheet is for b* to put them on. now just to be clear, my husband makes me look like julia child/jamie oliver/emeril. the best thing i can say about his cooking aspirations is that he is a wonderful american studies lecturer. "you're better at it," is his claim. "no, i am just the only one who does it," i used to reply. now i visualize. and get happy. i know i can't attract things into his life, so that's why i didn't focus on *him* doing it. i focused on it being done. if i'd have pictured him doing it, i think i would have had the doubt.
in addition, i have purposely made a point of 'segment intending' a pleasant evening once i pass through the door after work. so i was thinking 'pleasant evening' as i opened the door...
and smelled...
VEGGIES!!!! the veggies HAD gone onto the baking sheet! they HAD gone under the grill! just like i knew he could.
then i got upstairs later and just before blogging tonight i saw the email he'd sent me just after i logged off at work. "please let me know what time you'll be home and i'll put dinner on." wow. so you better believe i replied with a "you are a sweetheart, thanks for the veggies." i couldn't let that pass without gratitude!!! and i tried not to think of the silliness of sending an email to a person 50 feet from me. i, er, em didn't want to wake the kids...
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
spiders and money
i don't know why i keep tripping myself up (yes i do, because i keep noticing that i'm tripping myself up!) but i was struck today by another abundance in my life. spiders.
i live in the uk. so do many many MANY spiders. oh they're all harmless, but they don't pay rent, so i'd rather they just stayed outside, thank you. also, it's no longer (and really was never) amusing to see my daughter go all scaredy-cat at the things. you know, the same daughter that looks at me, rolls her eyes and says "whatever." that one.
it started out by trying to change my view of the spiders. i figured once i stopped being creeped out by them, i could figure a way to ignore them. so i tried pretending they were lucky. i don't know why that came to me. let's google it : okay, according to prediction magazine (no, i'm not even capitalizing that! take that grammar cop! i mean, hi sandie! i miss you!) dreaming of spiders is lucky. that was just the first google hit. the second, from the equally esteemed committee for skeptical enquiry says spiders were associated with riches by the egyptians.
so now i have moved my thoughts from 'spiders are icky' (yes, and i'm someone's mother) to 'spiders are lucky'. this made me feel better about spiders. so, all you law of attraction-ers, what did i get?
"mummy, there are hundreds of big spiders in the utility room."
to be fair, the only way she ever describes heat is with the word 'boiling'. so i thought there might have been fewer than 100. there were in fact three, but they were not ones i'd want to meet in a dark alley with a full wallet. well, unless they were actually lucky spiders, in which case, "thanks for the dosh! bye now!"
but add these to the one under the table and the one between the bookcase and the wall, now we have a group of luck.
but yes, now what i have to work on is paying no more attention to the spiders. and i'll teach my daughter the same.
now what i'd love to do is replace 'spiders are lucky', which was really good for getting more spiders, with 'money is lucky'. now that would be good. actually any of the following would be good:
'happiness is lucky'
'clean clothes are lucky'
'clean dishes are lucky'
'my husband doing some of the chores is lucky'
'my daughter going to bed on time is really really lucky'
we'll see how that develops.
on the flip side, score one tonight for the 'paying no more attention to unwanted things' strategy! yes, folks, i used to be annoyed by my husband's habit of putting his coke bottle right in the middle of the counter. i'd put it at the back of the counter, he'd come, take a drink, put it in the middle. i'd come past it, see it, put it at the back of the counter. that was the cycle, although i'm leaving out some of the more choice words i may or may not have used, but no amount of nicely stated "would you put the bottle out of the way when you're done"s would change his ways. well, about a week ago i said to myself "you know what self? so what. if he really wants it there, then there it stays. i no longer acknowledge that space as existing." now the first couple of days, i was kidding myself. i really did acknowledge it still a bit, then a bit less then a bit less. tonight i noticed that the bottle is against the wall without my intervention. so i made sure i appreciated the h£ll out of that sight for a good 5 minutes! "mummy i'm hungry!" "not now dear i'm appreciating something."
i live in the uk. so do many many MANY spiders. oh they're all harmless, but they don't pay rent, so i'd rather they just stayed outside, thank you. also, it's no longer (and really was never) amusing to see my daughter go all scaredy-cat at the things. you know, the same daughter that looks at me, rolls her eyes and says "whatever." that one.
it started out by trying to change my view of the spiders. i figured once i stopped being creeped out by them, i could figure a way to ignore them. so i tried pretending they were lucky. i don't know why that came to me. let's google it : okay, according to prediction magazine (no, i'm not even capitalizing that! take that grammar cop! i mean, hi sandie! i miss you!) dreaming of spiders is lucky. that was just the first google hit. the second, from the equally esteemed committee for skeptical enquiry says spiders were associated with riches by the egyptians.
so now i have moved my thoughts from 'spiders are icky' (yes, and i'm someone's mother) to 'spiders are lucky'. this made me feel better about spiders. so, all you law of attraction-ers, what did i get?
"mummy, there are hundreds of big spiders in the utility room."
to be fair, the only way she ever describes heat is with the word 'boiling'. so i thought there might have been fewer than 100. there were in fact three, but they were not ones i'd want to meet in a dark alley with a full wallet. well, unless they were actually lucky spiders, in which case, "thanks for the dosh! bye now!"
but add these to the one under the table and the one between the bookcase and the wall, now we have a group of luck.
but yes, now what i have to work on is paying no more attention to the spiders. and i'll teach my daughter the same.
now what i'd love to do is replace 'spiders are lucky', which was really good for getting more spiders, with 'money is lucky'. now that would be good. actually any of the following would be good:
'happiness is lucky'
'clean clothes are lucky'
'clean dishes are lucky'
'my husband doing some of the chores is lucky'
'my daughter going to bed on time is really really lucky'
we'll see how that develops.
on the flip side, score one tonight for the 'paying no more attention to unwanted things' strategy! yes, folks, i used to be annoyed by my husband's habit of putting his coke bottle right in the middle of the counter. i'd put it at the back of the counter, he'd come, take a drink, put it in the middle. i'd come past it, see it, put it at the back of the counter. that was the cycle, although i'm leaving out some of the more choice words i may or may not have used, but no amount of nicely stated "would you put the bottle out of the way when you're done"s would change his ways. well, about a week ago i said to myself "you know what self? so what. if he really wants it there, then there it stays. i no longer acknowledge that space as existing." now the first couple of days, i was kidding myself. i really did acknowledge it still a bit, then a bit less then a bit less. tonight i noticed that the bottle is against the wall without my intervention. so i made sure i appreciated the h£ll out of that sight for a good 5 minutes! "mummy i'm hungry!" "not now dear i'm appreciating something."
Monday, 1 October 2007
welcome Vanessa!
this one goes out to my first commenter! i wish i had a prize for her! oh wait. yes, i intend that she will get a little prize.
let's go back. so as much fun as this is to write this and view my own progress, and okay i know my mom's reading it (well she says she is) (hi mom!), i have been thinking it would be really rewarding to actually have someone i don't know see it and like it. then i've either entertained or inspired someone who isn't biased. (no offense, mom, and hey, good job with the loving thing!). from the moment i started this blog, i had the intention that people would see it and either be inspired or be entertained. every day i would think "today is the day someone sees the blog", then feel the feeling of it being done. oh, and not forgetting the thank you!
well, i was looking at some other blogs this weekend and thinking oh hey that's cool, i'll link to them. eventually i'll have readers and they can be led to these other really good blogs. i found the Law of Attraction Playground, and i really like that. there is some good stuff, in particular, a pray rain journal that i'm going to start doing. next day, i see Vanessa's Musings From a Life Coach. i loved it. there is a story about a cracked pot that was really appropriate to what i was talking to mom about later that day. but i had gotten distracted by my 2 year old who was setting out the intention that i should get him food, and not very quietly. so i didn't get a chance to leave a comment.
today i think "ya know what? i'll get a little more proactive with this." and i start looking at ways to get more hits on my blog (i'm new to the blogging thang). so i sit down to do tonight's entry, and
oh
my
gawd.
A COMMENT! someone left me a comment! who is it who is it who is it?! and then i click.
oh
my
gawd.
it's the gal whose website i was ON this weekend! so now if you're reading this, go check out her blog. go ahead. i'll wait. i'll be here when you get back. oh hi! wasn't it great?
now if you are reading this and don't believe law of attraction works - call me and i'll tell you this story!
thank you, Vanessa, you have made my day. and lately, that is a big feat...
i still appreciate my first reader, mom. okay mom, stop crying.
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well today is october 1st. october is the month of the year i totally love. one of its days is my birthday, but i pretty much claim the whole month as my party ground. it's the one month of the year that i feel good anyway. i used to notice the decline back to normality as november 1 hit. this year i am going to proceed differently. i have decided i'm going to be 25 this year. i toyed with being 20, but i didn't like it as much as i liked 25. so i'm going back to my 25 year old body, only thinner. and hey, i'm almost as thin as the thinnest i was in hawaii. soon, it will be. i claim it now!
i got a feed for my homepage (i used iGoogle, it means i can put all sorts of little widgets on, cleanly) from Steve Pavlina's page - i followed a link on Law of Attraction Playground (thanks Jeanette!). so the entire month of october has a chance to shine, as i'm going to be participating in the million dollar experiment.
some things in this (the moolah) department are already working. i have been staring at a £1000 (and 23 pence, just for fun) cheque for 3 weeks now. i have been feeling the excitement and gratitude of receiving that cheque, believing it would come.
do-di-do, so there were driving out to god-knows-where-oh-yeah-mcdonalds. b* says "yeah, i have got a slight raise, it appears. i used to clear x, now i clear x + 100." holy cripes! that's 12*£100 = £1200! wooooo hoooooo! hey, my husband, my bank account, i'm counting it!!!!
this is in addition to the giggle i gave the other day. i have already mentioned that the secret is on a constant loop in my car's cd player. well, one day recently, when Loral Langmeier said "money comes easily and frequently," i added "and i have so much money i have trouble shutting my purse." NOTE TO READERS : don't do this unless you are able to catch the money. i was not able to close my purse all day that day, pound coins kept falling out, and people were looking at me like i was challenged. imagine jerry lewis trying to juggle coins. that was me in the middle of asda (americans: that's the british wal-mart).
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okay, i think that's all the fantastic things that happened today or recently. isn't that enough for one day? no? okay. i needed some pajamas. i have been focusing on feeling lots of love recently. so when i saw the pajama bottoms with LOVE printed all over them, i had to buy them. that explains the picture above (yes, i'm now enhanced with pictures!), which should be about
here-> X. baby steps.
one last thought : i mentioned that i was going to church. well, it was nice and all, but i did wonder what the elders (or whoever runs the cathedral nearby) thought was the reason god would want us to stand then sit, then stand, then sit again. okay now stand. back to sitting STAND. now sit. i think the universe does not really care whether i stand or sit.
but my friend rachel told me the best joke today. i wish i had a reference for it, it's hilarious and someone deserves credit. (irreverence warning ahead!)
did you hear that they have a new low-fat communion alternative coming out? it's called "i can't believe it's not jesus." oh THANK you to whoever thought that one up. we laughed so hard. i still have tears in my eyes. and then i had to explain to my daughter why i thought a joke about jesus was funny.
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