Unfurled

I’ve been wanting to come here for some time now. For some reason, I couldn’t get myself to revisit this place. I think I feared that I’d actually have to reflect; more importantly, that I wouldn’t like what I see.  It occurs to me that writing serves as a bit of a reality check for me. It forces me to be concrete– something that I’ve been eschewing for a. very. long. time.  Not sure why I write now, maybe it’s because my defenses are down because I’m a little sleepy, maybe it’s because I’m cozy in my new thick fleece pajamas with blue hearts and I’m feeling bold, possibly it’s because I just took a Wellbutrin. I started this a few weeks ago. I have a friend who started taking Lexapro a few weeks ago and I guess I’m just following the herd. Not sure if this is the way to go, but after reviewing the utterly self-centered, depressing posts of late (two months ago, that is)– I figure I’d bored you long enough. I’d like to stop writing about myself and onto writing about, I don’t know… just stuff. When that happens, I’ll know this is working.

I am mindful of my thoughts and am thinking of happy, good and positive things. This resets my frequency so that I can receive other happy, good and positive things. I am grateful for what I have and am remembering to remember these things throughout the day. I know what I want from Life’s Catalog– I can visualize what I want and the Universe  simply gives it to me.  I don’t have to know how, I just have to know what.

What’s not to like about the Secret?