Have you ever had one of those days when you start off with one, maybe two things to do and end up overwhelmed by all the shit that actually has to be done? I mean don't get me wrong...this is ALL self imposed but still daunting nonetheless.
You know what? I want 20 fucking million dollars!!!! There, I said it. That felt really good. I am so done with putting up with a "yearly" salary. I want unlimited amounts of money and I want it now.
Call it a bad case of Veruka Salt-ism. She wanted an Oompa-loompa and I want 20 fucking million dollars!!! There...I said it again.
I am sick to death of pretending that what I have is enough. It's not. I WANT MORE. I want to rise from my bed each morning thinking... "Now, what is it that I want to do today?" Think of it, then go out and do it. I also want my fucking neighbors upstairs to SHUT THE FUCK UP. Honestly? They sound like a herd of buffalo upstairs.
You know what? If I had 20 fucking million dollars I wouldn't have to put up with this shit. I would take 2 fucking million (this is getting good...) and buy myself a nice estate (thank you very much )and enjoy the quietness of it all.
Don't get me wrong. For the most part, my life is good. But more money always helps (unless of course you don't know how to be honest with yourself and others). Having more money gives you options. I want more options.
Just think...more options. More choices. More opportunities. The reason I titled this post "It's all in your head Mr. Tweedy" is because he knew something to be true but his wife insisted that he repeat that it was all in his head...a mere figment of his imagination.
Actually, the imagination is where we really need to be. We need to be in our heads in order to make things happen outside our heads.
So Mrs. Tweedy was right, only she was wrong. The truth of the matter is this. If I truly want 20 fucking million dollars (I actually want more) then I will have to keep the thought of it in my head, at the forefront of my thoughts- until it becomes a habit, second nature even, to speak and think about it.
It's just like Kanye said in his song The Good Life: "I always had a passion for flashing, before I had it, I closed my eyes and imagined it."
That's the Law of Attraction in action. Closing your eyes and imagining the things that you want - believing that you can have them and that you deserve them. Yesterday I went onto a website : www.luxuryportfolio.com to look at listings for homes costing in the millions of dollars. Come to think of it? I would actually need more than a mere 20 fucking million dollars to be able to afford some of the properties listed.
It's actually unbelievable how some people live. Absolutely unbelievable. Whatever the mind can conceive it can achieve. If you go there in the mind, you can go there in the body.
Maybe what we should be saying is "It should all be in your head Mr. Tweedy." Wealth and its creation are a mindset. Abundance is a mindset.
Wouldn't you rather have more options than you have in your current state? Of course you would. It is in our very nature to want more. People who say they don't want more or that they have enough are denying a basic human desire - that of increase.
To want to increase is to be human. To want more than what you currently have (whether it be to live in a mansion or downsize to a log cabin) is uniquely human. It takes money to do and be both. It takes money to set yourself up so you don't have to consume so much as well as to go on endless shopping sprees. Money affords you the freedom to go green as well as be extravagent in your consumption.
It begins in your head Mr. Tweedies...it begins in your head. And I want to start a revolution! So... Raise your hands (and your glasses) if you want to be RICH!!! It's far better than being poor.
Just something for you to think about the next time you have to pass something over because the money isn't there. If you were rich, you'd have more options. Let's agree to be RICH. Are you in?
Be Well
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
It's been a long time...
Okay...so it's been sometime since I sat down to write- about anything other than work. Seems I'm always writing something at work but not at home. I need some "me" space so, it's back to the laptop I run. Back to myself and my imaginary audience of readers. I imagine you captive, hanging even on my every word. I imagine that you (the blog reader) think highly of me. In my world you think I'm clever and can turn a phrase "oh, so well..." You get all of my musings, no explanation needed and silently thank me for giving you something unexpected.
For instance...I am currently watching "Woman on Top"- a favorite movie of mine - not because of the acting but because of way it mixes music with the storyline and because of the colorful characters. I can watch it anytime of the day or night. One of my most favorite scenes in the movie is playing just now...the water and the color of the sky...melancholy blue. I think my blood pressure just lowered. That is the hallmark of a good movie. If it makes you feel better, then it has done it's job. I suppose. Who cares about Oscar? There's also a copy of the latest Oprah magazine and the latest edition of Veranda.
I like to read Oprah and Veranda because it helps me to dream big. I haven't done it in a while and if I plan to draw luxurious things to me, I need to be thinking about them all the time (so says the Law of Attraction). I'm also watching copious episodes of House Hunters, House Hunter's International and Million Dollar Rooms. It's absolutely amazing how some people live. I want that for myself. I don't need or want to take anything from anyone else...I just want a slice of the pie for myself. I will have all that I want. Ask, Believe, Receive...
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The Power of One...
So...I'm in Stein Mart of all places and I run across this wall plaque that has the following quote: "One shoe can change your life..." - Cinderella.
I jumped at the chance to buy it. God, truer words were never spoken (even if she is just part of a fairy tale). One shoe really did change her life forever. I suppose that if we were to apply the Law of Attraction, we could say that Cinderella drew the Prince into her experience because she really wanted a better life. Sitting amongst the soot and ashes she launched a rocket of desire like no other.
The appearance of her Fairy God Mother gave her the pivotal shift that she needed (from a vibrational standpoint) and it had to happen for her. That's the Law at its' finest. And now for the part that makes you go hmmm… If we were to take this "one" theme and expound on it, I suppose you could say that one of anything could change your life.
I went to see the movie "Precious" over the weekend and one teacher made a huge difference in her life, after having lived with one sorry assed excuse for a mother. That one movie had a profound effect on me. After having watched it, I knew it must join the ranks of movies only to be watched once by me.
The list is a short one but here it is: Beloved, Brokeback Mountain and now Precious. One viewing of these movies is enough for this current lifetime. When I return, maybe, just maybe I will endeavor to watch one of them again.
One shoe...
One experience can also change your life. I was in a car accident once. My vehicle flipped not one but seven times. I was fortunate to have been wearing my seatbelt. Flanking me (while driving) unbeknownst to me were one doctor and one emergency medical technician. Not one bone was broken and I walked away from that accident with one scratch on my left arm.
I learned one big lesson that day. A car is just a car. It doesn't matter the make or model. You are not your car. Your car is not you. You are separate from your car. It's just not that important. So, to all the nay-sayers out there I say the following...Princess Diana died from injuries sustained when her driver lost control of a Mercedes Benz. Her car couldn't save her. No one could. Prioritize while you still can.
One shoe...
Years ago I began working with an Indian woman by the name of Ganga. She invited me to her home, fed me roti and curried mutton with potatoes and fanned a flame deep within my soul. One woman, one small, modest meal…one great big desire. I would go to her home many more times before she and her husband eventually relocated to Washington state- children all grown up with lives of their own. Little did she know that she was not just offering me a meal that day. But she was offering me the possibility of our world and all that it had the offer if I would but open my heart and mind and embrace what was before me. One woman, one meal. I will forever be indebted to her for her kindness and unwillingness to leave me on the sidelines but to draw me in as a participant. It has made all the difference in my life.
One shoe…
In 2006 a very young and vibrant coworker of mine went home early with a headache and 3 days later she was brain dead. Two days later her parents consented to turn off the respirator. She was gone. The day they broke the news they allowed us to go home early if we felt we needed to. Oh, I needed to alright. I felt my mortality that day and thought to myself - life is much, much too short.
I cried for her and her family; then I cried for myself. Vowing not to waste anymore time, I drove straight to the post office and completed the application for a passport. One life gone and one conclusion derived from all the sorrow: Tomorrow is not promised. Do your thing (whatever it may be) today, right now if need be.
One shoe…
I used to really be in to white guys. Hey- I’m just keeping it real. Wasn’t sure I’d ever find a Brother that would be interested in me- a Brother who would “get” me. Consequently, I was always looking outside my race for that perfect guy. I was always intrigued by the interracial connection. Ooh, let’s all just get along and make this world a better place. Let’s mix and mingle (with a jingling beat).
I was convinced there were no Brothers out there for me. Then…one night I was flipping channels and came across a promo spot for Dhani Tackles the Globe. Oh…my…GOD. I was smitten. In fact, if you scroll to my very first blog you will read about how I was feeling about him and about his show.
Suffice it to say that this one Brother single-handedly brought me back over to the dark side and restored, renewed and refreshed my soul (on so many levels). And if I may quote my sister who pointed out with glee: And he’s a real black man too! All I can say is- I’m so glad I saw him on television when I did.
While I don’t have anything against interracial relationships, it’s just pure joy seeing Brothers with fresh eyes. They truly are the Kings to our Queens. India Arie said it best in Yellow. “Together me and you are purple because we are so royal. And whenever we’re this close, I never want to let go…” One “oh- so” delicious black man. Right now I’m smiling.
And to reiterate… One shoe, one movie, one car accident, one woman, one meal, one death, one “oh-so” delicious black man.
One…
Be Well
I jumped at the chance to buy it. God, truer words were never spoken (even if she is just part of a fairy tale). One shoe really did change her life forever. I suppose that if we were to apply the Law of Attraction, we could say that Cinderella drew the Prince into her experience because she really wanted a better life. Sitting amongst the soot and ashes she launched a rocket of desire like no other.
The appearance of her Fairy God Mother gave her the pivotal shift that she needed (from a vibrational standpoint) and it had to happen for her. That's the Law at its' finest. And now for the part that makes you go hmmm… If we were to take this "one" theme and expound on it, I suppose you could say that one of anything could change your life.
I went to see the movie "Precious" over the weekend and one teacher made a huge difference in her life, after having lived with one sorry assed excuse for a mother. That one movie had a profound effect on me. After having watched it, I knew it must join the ranks of movies only to be watched once by me.
The list is a short one but here it is: Beloved, Brokeback Mountain and now Precious. One viewing of these movies is enough for this current lifetime. When I return, maybe, just maybe I will endeavor to watch one of them again.
One shoe...
One experience can also change your life. I was in a car accident once. My vehicle flipped not one but seven times. I was fortunate to have been wearing my seatbelt. Flanking me (while driving) unbeknownst to me were one doctor and one emergency medical technician. Not one bone was broken and I walked away from that accident with one scratch on my left arm.
I learned one big lesson that day. A car is just a car. It doesn't matter the make or model. You are not your car. Your car is not you. You are separate from your car. It's just not that important. So, to all the nay-sayers out there I say the following...Princess Diana died from injuries sustained when her driver lost control of a Mercedes Benz. Her car couldn't save her. No one could. Prioritize while you still can.
One shoe...
Years ago I began working with an Indian woman by the name of Ganga. She invited me to her home, fed me roti and curried mutton with potatoes and fanned a flame deep within my soul. One woman, one small, modest meal…one great big desire. I would go to her home many more times before she and her husband eventually relocated to Washington state- children all grown up with lives of their own. Little did she know that she was not just offering me a meal that day. But she was offering me the possibility of our world and all that it had the offer if I would but open my heart and mind and embrace what was before me. One woman, one meal. I will forever be indebted to her for her kindness and unwillingness to leave me on the sidelines but to draw me in as a participant. It has made all the difference in my life.
One shoe…
In 2006 a very young and vibrant coworker of mine went home early with a headache and 3 days later she was brain dead. Two days later her parents consented to turn off the respirator. She was gone. The day they broke the news they allowed us to go home early if we felt we needed to. Oh, I needed to alright. I felt my mortality that day and thought to myself - life is much, much too short.
I cried for her and her family; then I cried for myself. Vowing not to waste anymore time, I drove straight to the post office and completed the application for a passport. One life gone and one conclusion derived from all the sorrow: Tomorrow is not promised. Do your thing (whatever it may be) today, right now if need be.
One shoe…
I used to really be in to white guys. Hey- I’m just keeping it real. Wasn’t sure I’d ever find a Brother that would be interested in me- a Brother who would “get” me. Consequently, I was always looking outside my race for that perfect guy. I was always intrigued by the interracial connection. Ooh, let’s all just get along and make this world a better place. Let’s mix and mingle (with a jingling beat).
I was convinced there were no Brothers out there for me. Then…one night I was flipping channels and came across a promo spot for Dhani Tackles the Globe. Oh…my…GOD. I was smitten. In fact, if you scroll to my very first blog you will read about how I was feeling about him and about his show.
Suffice it to say that this one Brother single-handedly brought me back over to the dark side and restored, renewed and refreshed my soul (on so many levels). And if I may quote my sister who pointed out with glee: And he’s a real black man too! All I can say is- I’m so glad I saw him on television when I did.
While I don’t have anything against interracial relationships, it’s just pure joy seeing Brothers with fresh eyes. They truly are the Kings to our Queens. India Arie said it best in Yellow. “Together me and you are purple because we are so royal. And whenever we’re this close, I never want to let go…” One “oh- so” delicious black man. Right now I’m smiling.
And to reiterate… One shoe, one movie, one car accident, one woman, one meal, one death, one “oh-so” delicious black man.
One…
Be Well
Wondering What's Next...
I just spent the last 40 minutes trying to locate the manual to my gas fireplace. My pilot went out and I thought to myself...self...you must light your own pilot. No use being a baby or looking for someone else to fix this problem. You can do it. So I managed to get it lit because- although it's 2:12am- I would not havee been able to sleep, knowing that the pilot light was out. It kind of gave me an uneasy feeling. They say it's better to just leave it lit. So I wanted to abide by that rule and just leave it lit. But alas...it simply died out. I'm not sure why. I guess these things just happen.
Tomorrow I have a painter coming over to paint over some drywall patches he did. He was a nice gentleman and I'm hoping this will be the beginning of a long and happy relationship. He may know someone who can help me with other things. I will be on the lookout. My cat is laying at the foot of my bedd grooming himself and no doubt wondering "What in the hell are you doing still up?" I guess I should just go to bed. But...before I do, I'm gonna get happy. I want to sleep with good thoughts floating around in my head. Life is so ridiculous. I should've just made myself a bowl of triple chocolate ice cream and called it a day hours ago.
Tomorrow I have a painter coming over to paint over some drywall patches he did. He was a nice gentleman and I'm hoping this will be the beginning of a long and happy relationship. He may know someone who can help me with other things. I will be on the lookout. My cat is laying at the foot of my bedd grooming himself and no doubt wondering "What in the hell are you doing still up?" I guess I should just go to bed. But...before I do, I'm gonna get happy. I want to sleep with good thoughts floating around in my head. Life is so ridiculous. I should've just made myself a bowl of triple chocolate ice cream and called it a day hours ago.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Sitting Here in This Chair...
So it's Saturday morning and I'm sitting here at my dining room table with the morning paper spread out before me (breakfast plate empty of my 5 Points Plus English muffin sandwich) and I'm contemplating my day and a second cup of coffee. God...I live for moments such as these. Oh yeah...I have goals and things to do but there is something to be said for, what I call "positive" idleness.
You don't necessarily have to stay in this state for too long to feel the feelings of bliss, comfort and true relaxation. Don't get me wrong. I would much rather be doing this in a more tropical clime. The sound of ocean waves and the faint smell of salt in the air with seagulls flying in the distance. Yeah...that would be nice.
Oh well, I will just have to settle for the steady hum of my oscillating fan and the gentle stirring of my cat as he repositions himself on his chair (well it's my chair, but it's HIS chair- you know cats).
Everything else is quiet. No TV, no radio...just peace and quiet. It's in these moments that you can start to find yourself and in some cases actually form a thought. If you allow it, you can become the observer of the thought. How often do we take the time to realize that we're actually thinking a thought? My guess is, we're so busy that we never get to that level.
The quiet offers us that. It's so beautiful. Lovely and amazing. Restorative. Yeah...restorative is a really good word for the effect that quiet can have on a soul. I' m grateful for right now. And I think I'll have that second cup.
Be Well
You don't necessarily have to stay in this state for too long to feel the feelings of bliss, comfort and true relaxation. Don't get me wrong. I would much rather be doing this in a more tropical clime. The sound of ocean waves and the faint smell of salt in the air with seagulls flying in the distance. Yeah...that would be nice.
Oh well, I will just have to settle for the steady hum of my oscillating fan and the gentle stirring of my cat as he repositions himself on his chair (well it's my chair, but it's HIS chair- you know cats).
Everything else is quiet. No TV, no radio...just peace and quiet. It's in these moments that you can start to find yourself and in some cases actually form a thought. If you allow it, you can become the observer of the thought. How often do we take the time to realize that we're actually thinking a thought? My guess is, we're so busy that we never get to that level.
The quiet offers us that. It's so beautiful. Lovely and amazing. Restorative. Yeah...restorative is a really good word for the effect that quiet can have on a soul. I' m grateful for right now. And I think I'll have that second cup.
Be Well
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