The Secret Is Wags

This comes under the heading of DUH.

But I can’t go there.  Terger won’t let me.

Instead of duh, let me say that I am in the process of making a smart shift.

The purpose of this blog is to chronicle my journey along the path of allowing what I desire to flow into my life.  Because I decided to make this chronicle public, it’s also a forum for discussing and reaching for understanding of concepts most of us have only recently (as in the last few years) learned.  My intention when I began this blog was for it to provide clarity to me and to my readers about law of attraction.

Sometimes, in order to reach insights, I need to write through some negativity.  I reveal my unpleasant manifestations here because those manifestations teach more about law of attraction and how it impacts us.

In other words, I have a method to my madness.  But still ….. (more…)

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Okay, so I’ve found relief on the subject of debt. Now I need to find relief on the subject of creating an income, and more specifically, on the subject of selling my books.

Yesterday, I received an e-mail from an agent who had requested a partial of my novel manuscript. She said she enjoyed it and it was very well-written but that she didn’t connect with the main character as much as she’d hoped.

Funny thing, that. My old agent, who decided not to represent the manuscript, said one of the things she did love about it was how compelling the main character was.

As you can see, it’s not about the facts. The facts vary from person to person.
Over the last week or so, I’ve received several rejections to my manuscript query letters. These letters have really been upsetting me. I’ve felt the grinding clench in my belly whenever I saw one.

Two days ago, though, when I got a rejection, I caught myself feeling bad and deliberately went looking for a better thought: “Okay, so I don’t like having my work rejection. What do I want? I want to find an agent who loves my manuscript and the way I write and is enthusiastic about representing me. I don’t need to agonize over each rejection because the universe will bring me the right agent at the right time when I just relax and allow.”

I reminded myself of a story a friend told me last week. She lives in New York City and has to hail cabs on a regular basis. She said she and her sister used to get very upset when cabs would pass them by, but my friend’s mother would tell them not to get upset because the right cab would come along. My friend said that she learned her mom was right. Often, when a cab finally did pick them up, they’d take my friend and her sister to their destination and not accept payment for the fare.

I know that my writing success isn’t about my talent so much as it’s about my vibration. In the past, I’ve always gotten upset by every rejection I’ve received. Obviously, this upset was a disallowance of what I wanted. Every time I got upset, I pushed away acceptance. And I got another rejection. And got more upset. And got another rejection…. And so on and so on and so on.

Abraham-Hicks says we’re never standing still even when it feels that way. We’re never stuck. We’re just creating the same thing over and over.

So I’m learning to relax about rejection. When I got the one yesterday from the agent who couldn’t connect with my main character, I only felt the slightest tension and annoyance before I caught myself and said, “I appreciate the contrast to remind me that I want an enthusiastic agent. The right agent is out there. In the meantime, I appreciate my ability to write and the fact that I keep being told that my writing is good.” And I could feel the relief.

So how do I spell relief? F-O-C-U-S. I focus on a good-feeling thought or experience. And I feel relief.

Are you finding ways to release resistance to what you desire? I’d love to hear your story.

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First, a HUGE thank you to Karen for her great comments on my Many Paths of Resistance post. They’re SUCH a big help! (They come under the heading of, duh, of COURSE I know that, but I forgot to do it.)

Tim and I have been doing a lot of thinking about the video I put on yesterday’s post. And we’ve realized that though we talk a lot about what we want and how cool it will be to have it, we are doing far more of that than we are talking about what’s working NOW.

This isn’t such a big deal for Tim because his vibration around what’s coming is pretty clear. He’s purely excited about it, and when he thinks of it, it makes him feel good.

I, however, have a messy vibration about what we want. I am sure I’m activated far more on the end of the stick that’s associated with “it’s not here yet.” In other words, when I think about moving to Oregon or getting my book published, etc., I’m noticing that we’re not there yet and it isn’t published yet.

Yesterday, I said to Tim (and for the first time in a long time meant it), “The reason why my YA series and screenplays haven’t sold has nothing to do with my writing not being good enough. It’s more than good enough. The reason has to do with my vibration. I have a messy vibration. I have pulled the vibration of all the disappointment I had five years ago into my present submissions and so they aren’t turning out any better.”

He agreed.

And then Karen posted her comments today, which say pretty much the same thing. … That’s law of attraction.

Tim and I also talked about the lottery win. We keep talking about it coming, but do we talk about all the money he’s won so far? He wins between $3 and $10 every drawing, and he has been doing that consistently for well over a year … twice a week, for a year, he’s been winning money from the lottery.

But we haven’t been focused on that. We’ve been focused on the win that’s coming.

So I have decided that my top priority needs to be amplifying what is good right now.  As Karen points out, the notice of what’s not good is a great starting point for zeroing in on what’s wanted, and I’m doing that too.

But in the meantime, here’s what’s wonderful right now:

My husband LOVES me no matter what I do or say or how I look.

My dog LOVES me the same way.

I am a published author. I have vast knowledge about fiction and nonfiction writing.

I’m currently doing writing coaching, and it’s not my first choice, but every time I help another writer, my own knowledge is expanded.

Tim wins money in the lottery twice a week, every week.

We have plenty of money to pay our bills right now.

I’ve attracted over $3000 to us in the last couple weeks.

We live in a great house in a great town.

I have friends who care about me.

I’m really enjoying writing this blog.

I love taking pictures of Ducky and I love working on The Joyful Springer.

My former newspaper editor told me I am a “very talented writer.”

Even my agent, who declined to represent my current manuscript said my talent is “impressive.”

I’m a very good writer.

I have a wonderful manuscript to sell.

I’ve written 7 great screenplays.

I write very fast.

I know how to submit my work.

…..

This is just the beginning of my list, but these are the things I’m amplifying.

You have to take what’s right and put your focus on that. You can’t feel good by looking at what’s wrong.

Abraham-Hicks says, “It is attention to lack that causes negative emotion, always.”

If you want to feel good, you have to look at what you have.

I know how to do this.

My Springer spaniel, Muggins, (Ducky’s predecessor) died in October last year, at the age of 17 years and 17 days. In the last couple years, Muggins was a high-maintenance dog. She required a lot of care.

Many of my friends were amazed at what we “went through” for Muggins. We gave her over 20 supplements and herbs daily (which we had to give her in peanut butter or the like—it was a sloppy process). We home-cooked her food. When we walked her, we spent a lot of time standing around and we walked really slowly because her pace was ‘barely moving.’ We had to put rubberized flannel on our bed because she had accidents in her sleep. Eventually, she needed diapers. Etc., etc.

All of this was the “lack” side of Muggins.

But that’s not what we focused on. We focused on how sweet she was, how soft she was, how much she made us smile, how loyal she was, how funny she was, how beautiful she was …. And she lived four years longer than the average Springer spaniel.

Like I said, I know how to do this. I just haven’t been doing it in regard to money and my career and, well, pretty much everything except my dogs.

But I’m going to take my ability to do it on the subject of my dogs and AMPLIFY it to include all the other subjects in my life.

What’s going right in your life? I’d love to hear your comments about what you’re focusing on.

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“You’re picky about the car you drive. You’re picky about what you wear. You’re picky about what you put in your mouth. We want you to be pickier about what you think.” Abraham-Hicks.

I created this blog as a way to help me and others be picky about what we think. I wanted to see what would happen if I deliberately focus my thought on what is right in my life and what I want.

Instead, my intention to focus my thoughts this way has unleashed a torrent of thoughts about what is wrong in my life and about what I don’t want.

In other words, it has shone a spotlight on how far I am from where I want to be. I keep zeroing in on the mess I’ve made instead of the little pockets of wonder in the mess.

A reader posted a comment yesterday and included a link to a video that reminded me of what I need to screw my head on a little better and focus my thought much, much better. I’d watched the video before, but I’d obviously forgotten everything I heard.

Fast Tube by Casper

Focus on what’s right. That’s what Abraham-Hicks emphasizes. Instead of looking at the pieces that haven’t fallen into place, we have to look at what has fallen into place.

I have trouble with this. With so many pieces of my life out of place right now, finding what’s right seems the same as finding one small glass fisherman’s float hiding in the driftwood somewhere along a 50 mile stretch of beach.

It’s like looking at a pile of 3000 jigsaw puzzle pieces and trying to find the one that has the small yellow spot on it.

So hard to focus on the good when the good seems to be overwhelmed by the bad.

BUT …

We do it all the time. I do it everyday, actually.

As you can see from the header (and if you know me, you know this), I have this incredible, joyful Springer spaniel, Ducky. Ducky truly is pure grin-inspiring delight.

[Oh wow … and talk about law of attraction. Just as I wrote that sentence, Ducky burst into the room. She and Tim were out running errands, and I thought they’d be gone another twenty minutes.]

When I watch Ducky play, I am not thinking about anything except watching Ducky play. I don’t see the room around her. I don’t think about money. I don’t think about writing. I just focus on Ducky.

So I can do it.

Ducky knows how to do it too.

In the picture, Ducky is focused on a plastic practice golf ball. She has an overflowing basket of nice toys, but these little plastic balls totally delight her. She likes to throw them then pounce on them.

She likes to paw at them.

She likes to toss them and take whatever action is needed to go get them:

Ducky doesn’t care about anything else when she has one of these balls. It’s a focus on what’s right.

Today, someone who read my last blog post told me that she was like me, someone who wanted to be a writer but hadn’t been able to achieve her goals yet.

That comment took me aback. How did I manage to convey the idea that I wasn’t yet a writer?

I AM a writer. I’m a three-times published author. I’m an ex-newspaper columnist. I am most definitely already a successful writer.

Ah, but obviously, I don’t feel like one. My last post sure made it clear that I don’t feel like one.

So what is my attraction point? What am I lined up with? I’m lined up with not yet being a successful writer.

Enough of that. I’m going to be like Ducky. I’m zeroing in on what I already have.

And that’s the path of least resistance. That’s how we align with what we want.

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Today’s Abraham-Hicks quote is:

“It’s not your work to make anything happen. It’s your work to dream it and let it happen. Law of Attraction will make it happen. In your joy, you create something, and then you maintain your vibrational harmony with it, and the Universe must find a way to bring it about. That’s the promise of Law of Attraction.”

I’m attempting to find my vibrational harmony with what I want, and part of that process is being sure that I’m on “the path of least resistance.”

The path of least resistance, according to Abraham-Hicks, is the course of action that feels best.

Resistance is what keeps us from having what we want; it’s a vibration that doesn’t match with our desires. It’s those negative feelings that line up with things we don’t want.

When we’re on the path of least resistance, we’re aligned with our nonphysical self, and we’re moving toward what we want. Our vibration matches our desires so the law of attraction can bring those desires to us.

Sometimes, it’s easy to decide what we need to do. One choice feels awkward and uncomfortable, and the other choice makes our heart sing.

Most choices, though, aren’t so clear cut.

In my case, for instance, all my choices suck … or at least that’s how it feels to me.

For over 20 years, I have been focused on living a life of creative and financial freedom. I want to be an author. That’s the work I want to do. I don’t care if that work brings me money or if money comes in some other enjoyable way so I can spend my time writing, but I want to have the freedom to fill my days with writing.

And I want those days to have a leisurely flow to them.

My ideal day goes something like this: I wake up naturally between 7:30 and 8:30. I get up and take a long walk with my dog. I come home and work out. I shower. I have a little snack, and I sit down to write, sometime between 11 and 12. I write until about 6 and stop for the day. I spend my evenings drawing, singing, playing the piano, watching movies, training my dog, playing games and spending time with my husband.

Yes, I know this isn’t how society tells us we should spend our days, but there it is.

For many years, this was how I spent my days.

Then something went wrong. Though I sold three books to large publishers and made some money with my writing, it wasn’t enough to support me. My other financial resources started running out. I tried to sell more books and ended up having terribly negative experiences with agents, editors, publishers, and PR people.

Since I was getting the sense I couldn’t support myself with my writing, Tim and I turned to the internet. We spent the next two years attempting to build a profitable internet business and network marketing business.

At the time of these decisions, I’d kind of forgotten about the law of attraction (even though I did know about it) and the teachings of Abraham-Hicks. I wasn’t thinking in terms of paths of least resistance. Still, I was trying to follow my inner guidance.

Even so, we failed miserably.

I hated doing internet and network marketing. I truly despised it. I kept trying to tell myself to like it. I’d remind myself of the income potential and tell myself, “At least you’re writing” (because I was doing newsletters, articles, and e-books), but I knew I wasn’t doing what I wanted to do.

So I stopped. I took a leap of faith. Even though we were running on financial fumes, I started writing screenplays. I was so excited about the process (“in your joy, you create something”). I was sure I’d succeed. Besides, Tim had decided he was going to win a lottery. He took Abraham’s “it’s as easy to create a castle as it is a button” to heart. He knew he was a lottery winner.

But I didn’t succeed, and he didn’t win.

Then I read Twilight by Stephanie Myer. With all due respect to Myer, I know I write as well or better than she does. I knew I could write a great YA book. So I came up with what I thought was a great, unique plot line, wrote a manuscript and the synopses of all four books in the planned series.

I was sure I’d have it sold by now.

Not only hasn’t it been sold but the agent who was going to represent it decided (after getting me to rewrite it to address issues she had with it) it “wasn’t for her.”

And now we’re out of money.

So in the last couple months, I’ve been doing all this stuff to try and get money.

And I don’t like any of it.

So now, what is my path of least resistance?

We have 3 ½ months of money and no income at the moment.

Do I trust that money will come from someplace and just keep submitting my manuscript and doing things I love and not worry about generating an income in any logical way?

That was my plan at the beginning of this year. I was going to find ways to feel good and trust that the money would come.

Then friends started suggesting ways to bring in money: do editing for pay, look for freelance writing work, go out and get a job at McDonald’s.

I decided that made sense (it didn’t feel good, but it made logical sense). So for 6 weeks, I’ve been trying to get a freelance gig that pays something other than pennies per hour. I’ve submitted many proposals and haven’t landed a gig.

So I dropped my coaching rates really low and sent a promotion to people on my writing tips mailing list. Seven people decided to take me up on it. It helped me get some money, which is great.

But here’s the problem.

I really don’t enjoy writing coaching.

I have a couple clients I enjoy (one of you knows who you are ), but most of the coaching work I do is very tough work and I have to make myself do it.

Then there are the other avenues Tim and I are exploring. I don’t like them either.

We are submitting my manuscript, but so far, we’re just getting rejections. The submission process is slow (see how I’m aligning with what I don’t want??)

I find myself facing many paths of resistance:

1. Don’t do anything to create an income; trust that I will sell a book in time (the odds of that are something akin to winning a lottery).

2. Don’t do anything to create an income; trust that Tim will win the lottery as he vehemently claims he will.

3. Pursue one of 3 paths I’ve thought of so far to bring in money, none of which make me feel good at all.

None of these paths feel good. The first two sound good, but I have too much fear that what I want won’t happen in time, and so I know that’s not a place of alignment.

The last path has the potential for income, but at what price? Me spending my days doing things I don’t want to do?

As Abraham says, you can’t put a smiley face on top of an empty gas gauge and expect to be okay. Pretending doesn’t work. I can’t make myself feel happy about doing things I truly don’t want to do.

Anyone have any words of wisdom to share? Any experience with taking the non-action path and lining up with what you want so the universe brings it to you? Any experience with finding a way to feel good about something you currently feel lousy about?

I’d like to attract some ideas that can help me find a path of least resistance. I just can’t seem to get myself to skip gaily down any of the paths that lay before me now.

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I’m just now writing this post because, for the last three days, I’ve been too close to the disappointment to get perspective.

Monday, I got bad news.

I’ve been waiting for several months for my agent to decide whether she wanted to represent my latest manuscript, a young adult novel.  In September, she read it and told me she thought it needed revision because the plot wasn’t as strong as it could be.  She gave me specific suggestions for improving the story and told me to send it to her when I was finished.  I spent the next couple months revamping the plot of not just the manuscript but the synopses of the next three books in the four-book series.

When I sent off the manuscript and synopses, my agent decided to then take her sweet time about getting back to me.  Monday, I finally heard from her.  She e-mailed me that, as usual, she’s impressed with my talent and my commercial instincts, but the manuscript isn’t right for her and she doesn’t want to represent it.

Whoa.

That was a kick in the gut.

Okay, so I’ll admit that I had some doubts lately about whether she was going to take it on.  When an agent doesn’t get to your manuscript for awhile, it’s kind of a code for, “I’m not into you anymore.”  Or maybe my belief in that code is what makes it real.

I got up Monday morning all bright eyed and waggy-tailed.  I took the time to appreciate what was good in my life.  I said out loud, “Today, I will make it my primary intention to find reasons to feel good.”

Ducky and I had a great walk by the bay.  A enjoyed a nice hot shower with the pulsing massage-showerhead that I love.  Ahh.  Life was good.

Then I got the e-mail.  And my intention to feel good got drop-kicked into last week.

Sigh.

Well, as Tim said, she’s only one person and one opinion.

Yeah.  But I was angry.

Not right for her?????

Why didn’t she know that the first time she read it?  Why did she encourage me to jump through all her hoops?  And yes, I asked her … but she’s not taking my calls or e-mails.

Welcome to the world of literary agents.  Not the first time I’ve had a bad experience with one.

So is that why I had another bad experience?  Was my attraction point still the old bad experiences?  Was I subconsciously expecting my agent to act like other ones I’ve had?

I’ll admit that when I got e-mails form her, my stomach often clinched.  Hmm.  That’s a sure sign of misalignment.

And another problem.  I’ve been quite impatient to have my agent get busy submitting the manuscript to editors.  I was aware, with each passing week, that I was STILL waiting.  In other words, I was keeping score.  I was noticing that I didn’t yet have what I wanted.

Abraham-Hicks says:

“You cannot desire something—and notice that it isn’t coming—without offering two contradictory vibrations that won’t let it come”

In other words, when you take score, when you put your attention on the fact that what you want isn’t here yet, the law of attraction will do its work and bring you “it isn’t here yet.”

I guess I should thank my agent for reminding me not to take score.

Now I need to find a new agent and not notice that I’m still waiting to have someone represent my manuscript.

And I need to recommit to feeling good.

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This morning, Tim and Ducky and I went on our walk, as usual.  It was a slightly drippy morning—a few squalls moving through and the leftovers from yesterday’s steady rain dripping from the trees.  We had a great hour and ten minute or so walk and were heading back to the car.

Tim reached into his pocket for Ducky’s leash.

It was gone.

The leash we carry in the forest is a simple nylon lead that Ducky’s grandpa (my stepdad) gave her for Christmas.  It’s a John Deere leash.  My dad got it because he has a John Deere riding lawn mower that he treats like a treasured sports car and a John Deere hat that he loves to wear (he’s 80 years old—it’s his idea of hip attire).

The leash was perfect for walks because it was small and tucked into a pocket and was just enough to control her at the start and end of our walks, at the trailhead near the street.

When we realized it was missing, Tim said he and Ducky would retrace our path and try to find it.  One pass through the whole forest takes about half an hour at the pace we usually walk.  Tim can go faster (since my ankle injury, I don’t move the way I used to), so I planted myself on a bench in the forest clearing and waited.

The bench, by the way, is lovely.  It’s a wooden bench with a verdigris cast iron rose-patterned back.  It bears a dedication plaque that reads, “Hilda Marion Glover, 1924-2007, Sit and Hear the Silence.”  The greatest gift we can expect from life, I think, is to be loved as much as someone obviously loved Hilda Glover.

I was having a little trouble finding a feel good place before I sat on the bench … for reasons not worth going into (they come under the heading of NI).  But as I sat there, an umbrella shielding me from the tree’s drips, my ears tuned into the forest’s pattering music, I felt myself finding alignment with the greater part of me—my nonphysical self.

I started playing out virtual scenarios in my head.  I ran them like little movies:  my agent calls on Tuesday to tell me she finally read my book, loves it, and plans to start submitting it to editors this week; a different agent calls and tells me she loves Puppies Interrupted and manages to sell it quickly, to the same editor who worked on Marley and Me, for a six-figure advance; Tim wins a lottery Tuesday evening, and we go see an attorney the next day to find out how best to handle the money; we move to Oregon and fix up an ocean-view house; we take a trip down the coast in September to celebrate the day Tim proposed, and he plays the Pebble Beach golf course ….

The longer I sat there visualizing these wonderful scenes, the better I felt.

Once in awhile, I’d find myself feeling not as good.  I’d check what I was thinking and realize my mind had wandered back into “what is” instead of “what I want.”  I’d poke my mind, and move it on to something better.

I sat there for 25 minutes.  Suddenly, Ducky burst from the trees and tore down the path toward me.  We had a tail-wagging reunion.  Tim said he didn’t find the leash.

We walked the circuit together again (Ducky got a 2 hour and 15 minute walk this morning) and still didn’t find the leash.  Someone must have picked it up.  Sigh.  I hope they enjoy it.

Tim said maybe it was a sign.  When we move to Oregon, we plan to get Ducky an Oregon Ducks (University of Oregon) leash, so maybe we lost this one to make way for the other one.  It’s a nice theory.

I miss the leash, but I enjoyed my sit.  Because I had nothing else to do while I waited for Tim, I really had a chance to focus my thought.

I wonder whether just sitting and finding scenarios that feel good is more productive than DOING things that don’t feel good.

I’ve heard The Secret gurus say that you can’t sit around waiting for something good to happen.  One of the speakers/writers quoted in that book (I forget which one) says that if you sit around waiting for money to come, you’ll find yourself sitting on the curb, homeless.

Abraham-Hicks might take issue with that.  They say that action is great, when it’s inspired, but action isn’t necessarily required to get what we want.  It’s not what we do. It’s how we’re aligned.

I was aligned in the forest today.  I could feel it.

I want to feel like that more often.

I’d like to have the courage to do that instead of doing the logical things to make money.

I’m moving closer to that courage (thanks in large part to a great new friend who sends me wonderful, encouraging e-mails—in fact, I need to add that to my “I love …” list:

Paz’s e-mails

Maybe my new motto needs to be “Sit and Hear the feel good thoughts.”

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Few people have tried harder than I have.  I’ve been charging after writing and financial success for two decades.  I’ve written millions of words.  I’ve amassed over 2000 rejection letters.  I’ve sold short stories, poetry, greeting card copy, essays, columns, books, and e-books.  I’ve written web articles, newsletters.  I’ve build dozens of websites and free reports and e-zines.  I’ve taken thousands and thousands of dollars worth of training and courses, not to mention the thousands more I spent getting my B.A. and law degree ….

My point is that I haven’t been sitting around on my currently rather ample ass all my life.  When I have a problem, I don’t whine about it—I DO something to try and solve it.  When I want something, I don’t just daydream about it.  I go after it.

Ever since I started selling my writing, I’ve met a lot of people who say they want to be writers.  It’s amazing the number of people who want to write.

Humans love to ask each other, “So what do you do?” [translation:  how do you make money?]  Back when I was a lawyer, when I answered that question with, “I’m a lawyer,” no one ever said to me, “I’ve always wanted to be a lawyer.”  In fact, what I usually got in response to that answer was a lawyer joke … how many lawyers does it take to…….  Anyway, after I became a published author and I answered that question with, “I’m a writer,” at least half the people I met (or more) said to me, “I’ve always thought I had a book in me,” or “I’ve always wanted to be a writer.”

A few years ago, I made a new friend who told me she wanted to be a writer but after trying it, she got discouraged with the rejection.  I asked, “How many rejections did you get?”

She said, “One.”

I just stared at her.

She said, “I don’t take criticism well.”

No kidding.

So this woman wanted to be a writer, but she spent her days surfing the internet and reading books.  She actually had some talent (I read some of her stuff), but she never did anything with it.

When she asked me for advice, I said, “Write.”  If you want to be a writer, you have to WRITE, a lot.

Hardly a day goes by that I don’t write.

I know I’ve wandered off course, here, but I do have a point.

I have tried HARD to achieve the success and financial freedom I want.  I have made goal lists, created vision boards and binders, written letters to God, angels, and the universe.  I have visualized and affirmed.  I have read literally hundreds of books on how to have a great life.  I have WORKED to get what I want.

And here I am with dwindling funds, not nearly the success I’ve desired, and I’m finally realizing that the secret to getting what you want may not just be visualizing it then going for it.  The secret might be just as easy as what Abraham-Hicks says it is:  feel good.

A couple days ago, the Abraham-Hicks quote was:

“There isn’t anything that I cannot be or do or have, and I have a huge Nonphysical staff that’s ready to assist me, and I’m ready.”

I’m beginning to think that I’ve been underutilizing my “huge Nonphysical staff.”  While I’ve been slogging along with my nose to the grindstone and my eye on the ball (and as my stepfather says, “How is anyone supposed to get anything done in that position?”), my Nonphysical staff has been playing volleyball on the beach and drinking fruity cocktails with little umbrellas in them.  I’ve been trying to do all this stuff myself.  How dumb is that?  It’s like the CEO of Boeing trying to build the airplanes while the engineers and machinists build mobiles out of rivets.

As I’m going after freelancing jobs, I’m getting this sense that I’m doing it again—putting in the hard work.

Abraham says that it doesn’t matter what you’re doing—you have to “get easy” about it.

So as I find myself starting to obsess over DOING the right things to get the work I want (actually I don’t want the work at all—I have so many other things I’d rather be doing; I want the MONEY), I am catching myself and wondering, what if it’s easier than we think? What if this whole nose to the grindstone, pull yourself up by the bootstraps (I don’t even HAVE bootstraps … or a grindstone for that matter), “no pain, no gain” crap that our parents, teachers, and the media has brainwashed into believing is just plain wrong?

What if it really is easy?

What if being easy, feeling good, is all it takes to have what you want?

The other day, a good friend of mine said to me, “Well, you know you can’t just sit around feeling good about something and expect it to come to you.  You have to DO something after you feel good.  That’s what The Secret said.”

I said, “Mm hm.”

But I don’t KNOW this.  In fact, I’m starting to think the whole DOING is highly overrated.

Of course, I don’t feel totally confident about this, which is why I’m doing the freelance job search.  But I AM doing it with a different attitude.  I’m still telling it like it isn’t.  In my mind, I’m a lottery winner, a very happy, free lottery winner with all the time I need.  I’m looking for things that are FUN to do.

This morning, after I slept in until nine (heavenly), I got up and walked in the forest for an hour and a half (more heavenly).  I watched Ducky play with her friend, Dixie (if you don’t smile when you see happy dogs playing, you might want to turn yourself into NASA and get tested for alien infestation).  Tim and I made whole wheat pancakes for breakfast (which we ate about noon).  Then our friend, Lyn, called and asked, “Can Ducky come out to play?”  We met her and her dog, Jake (Ducky’s best friend), at the park and watched them play for a half hour.

Now Ducky is snoozing on her bed in front of the fire.  Tim and I are playing Scrabble.  Outside, the day is peaceful and crisp.  I’m totally and completely relaxed because I’m a lottery winner (in my virtual reality).

This is the experiment, and I am ready to prove my hypothesis:  feeling good (the human equivalent to tail wags) is the secret to getting what you want.

I have sent my Nonphysical staff out to bring me the physical money that matches my lottery winner state of mind.  And if it’s going to take a little time to get that, they can bring me a freelance job to keep Ducky in dog treats until the REAL winnings come in.

I am the happy executive of my life … ready to move onto EASY street.

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