Does the world work for you? Is it similar to how my world works for me? Who’s in charge of making our lives? Is it us? Or someone, something outside of us?
These are questions I revisit when I’ve once again fallen off track, when I’ve allowed my thoughts and emotions to be lured from my core beliefs and practices. Yep, when I’ve listened too much to what’s going on elsewhere, and not enough to what’s going on inside me. And when I’ve again forgotten who and what directs my inner and outer life: me and my thoughts!
Time again this is demonstrated!
Last week, with my mind and emotions swirling around distressing outside concerns, I pulled in, rededicated myself to what I know works for my happiness: manifesting what I want for my life. It’s not hard! Focus is needed, though, and setting short term objectives. And believing! That last one is the hardest to maintain. But I had to get back to myself and my objectives! They are the only things I can control!
I wondered what would make me feel better? Hmmm. Selling my books! That always cheers me! How many? Three, in say, 48 hours. But is that enough? How about five books? No. Ten? Yes, ten in 48 hours! But I didn’t focus in on how or where the books would sell, or how I’d know if the goal was achieved. And true to that lack of clarity, 48 hours passed with no evidence of any books sold.
It does take practice to accurately manifest fulfillment of our wants and needs. Just like beginning a new physical exercise plan, one needs to work at it, do a bit each day and keep upping the ante with determination and confidence.
The next day I went to the grocery without a list. But I knew what replenishing was needed in the pantry and quickly filled my cart with selections. Then, I remembered we were out of potatoes. I returned to produce, had my hand on a bag of russets, but something in me said, “No.” I glanced around for a different variety. Red potatoes? Again, something said, “No.” I argued, “But we need potatoes for the week! I want potatoes!” No reply.
I left the store without potatoes.
Next morning, I was thinking we were long overdue inviting our friend David to dinner because of too many cold and flu episodes since the holidays. Perhaps today would be good. But I’d forgotten to ask my husband’s schedule. And maybe David, though retired and single, would need more than a few hours notice. Maybe he’d need to plan around his farm chores. I debated calling both, but needed to do some household cleanup chores and walk the barking dogs, so I did that instead. And then I noticed some of our new gravel needing smoothing. I’d just begun raking, when a truck drove in. Stopping by without notice for the first time in nearly a year, David with a bag of his delicious farm potatoes I love!
Now that was a quick fulfillment! I’d told myself, we need potatoes! I want potatoes! I hadn’t said, “I need to buy potatoes!” And I hadn’t specified when they were needed! Was the next day fast enough? Yep!
I told David I’d thought of inviting him to dinner that night…But now that he was already there, I asked, “Have you eaten lunch?” No, he hadn’t. So guess what I did? I cooked him a delicious dinner for lunch, and we had a lovely chat! Replenished, we both went on with our daily chores!
The day after, while drying my hair, I was thinking I needed some new fitness goals. My husband and I are walking three miles a day. I’ve never been a competitive athlete, but I do try to keep off excess weight and to keep active. But, alas, age is creeping up in my over sixty year old body! I want to feel more vital, more energetic, more toned. But what activity besides exercise classes do I really see myself doing? Could I get excited about an athletic challenge? Would I do the work, commit to fulfilling a physical goal? Or am I too lazy? What have I seen others my age do but thought I couldn’t do?
Pole-vault jumped into my mind.
Our son and daughter were both pole-vaulters. My husband was a pole-vaulter through college and beyond. In fact, we attended a Masters Track and Field event for seniors at Hayward Field in Eugene, Oregon back in 2000. He vaulted, and I watched seventy-something women sprint with long poles down the runway and jump over the high bar! Afterward, they grinned with accomplishment!
That’s what I want: more grinning with accomplishment! I smiled at myself in the mirror, and wondered, “How could I strengthen and be able to hang on a pole?”
I finished drying my hair, went to my phone, glanced at one post on Facebook, tabbed down one more post: story of strength building
And there are more YouTube videos: The Masters
Um, WOW! My mind is a comic!
I didn’t ask, “How could I strengthen and be able to hang on a pole-vault pole?”
NO! I wasn’t specific about the KIND of pole!
How hilarious! And what an inspiration! I didn’t know there is such a thing as pole sports!
But there it was. An answer to my question!
And guess what else happened? Yesterday, out of the blue, someone sent me a message, “Hi. I finally bought all three of your books and am reading them on my RV trip. I have enjoyed the first one Mending Stone and am looking forward to the others.”
Remember my first thought about selling my books? What was the first number popping into my mind? Three, the number of books in my Possibility Series: Mending Stone, Catching Rain, Seeding Hope. Okay, so confirmation was a few days after the self-imposed 48 hour deadline. And it was not the final number I thought of, but it was the first! That’s how my world works.
Is this how your world works? Now do you believe we make our own lives?