Why Wait?

How many times today have you found yourself waiting? Do you know someone who always has you waiting for them? We wait for things to get better, for interest rates to go down, for people to change. We put off doing things while waiting for better weather, better health, or until we have more energy or more money. We wait to be happy, we wait to start on that new business.

We think to ourselves “I will start after the holiday when all this craziness is over. I will wait until I feel better later, after I get my house cleaned up. I will wait until I am alone before  I can truly relax. I will wait for my children to get back on their feet before I do anything else with the rest of my life”

(I would like a new wardrobe but I am waiting until I loose a few dress sizes and then I will wait until I have enough money.)

Waiting is a trap that can steal our lives, our time and the moments away from us when we could have been feeling joy, love or appreciation. Waiting stops us in our tracks when we should be creating something in our lives. If we are always waiting, when shall we live? When shall we be happy and relaxed? When shall we do something if we are waiting for the right condition or situation?

(Suddenly the phone rings. It is a friend of mine. She puts me on hold. Here I am again, waiting.)

Addictions

You have seen news about the war on drugs, the war on fat, the war against cigarettes, and that too much of this and not enough of that is bad for you. But how much and how often do you hear from the major media about the dangers of sugar? Not much. Sugar is big business in this country. Yet it has been proven in double blind tests that sugar is addictive, but have you heard about this on the nightly news? Of course not. That would be stepping on too many toes. Too many people would be out of work if people stopped using all the sugar. We are surrounded by it. We are addicted to it.

It has become clear to me that to get to where I want to be as fast as possible, I will have to address the problem of my addition to sugar. I want the fountain of youth, health, and energy. The order has come from the council, to kick this addiction. So I began today. (And I already have a headache.) A book you might find interesting is called “Sugar Shock.” You can get it with one click at Amazon.com.  I buy all my books there.

Sugar Shock!: How Sweets and Simple Carbs Can Derail Your Life– and How YouCan Get Back on Track

Even as I write this some of my personalities are wondering if I can kick this addiction. To them I say, “Quit whining. Sugar is now a controlled substance in this reality. we seek the Holy Grail. Sugar is not it.”

Every woman knows the meaning of a “bad hair day.” Its not just about hair, but that seems to be where the problem begins. Your hair is doing its own thing, your gray or some other color is showing at your roots, there’s no bounce, no body. Your hair is electric, standing on end, waving to every passer by. You put on your hat to go out in public but that does not help much. You have put off spending time fussing with your hair for a week because there are so many other priorities. The bad hair day continues. Its time deal with it. Take an aspirin, a hot bath and wash your hair. Color it, curl it, cut it, blow it dry. Do what every you have to do to look and feel better. Then curl up with a good book and a hot cup of tea. No television. No chocolate. No chips. Have some cole slaw an a stick of celery.

The following is an order from my council. I haven’t actually done it yet, but as soon as I post this I intend to follow the above instructions. My council is a group of my alternate personalities who are now taking charge of managing my life so I can relax and go with the flow. I don’t question them. They have a job to do.

Today was a day I can only describe as rather average. It was not cold, yet not sunny. Nothing good, nothing uncomfortable. Is there such a thing as neutral energy? A resting point? I kept busy doing things, neither tired or energized. The day itself was just there and lingered like stale air with no breeze. I’m trying to think of a word to describe it. Quiet. It was a quiet day. But people were going about their daily routines as they always do.

Oh yes wait, there was one thing. I almost forgot about it. It was a funeral procession. It proceeded slowly down our street this morning. Leading the procession were men on horseback and a wagon drawn by four dapple gray horses, followed by cars traveling ever so slowly. Now that is a sight you won’t see in the city. Perhaps that is why it was such a quiet day. One of the horses was being lead and had no rider. It was a solemn quiet day.

I learned a small thing today, and sometimes it is the small things that can make a big difference in the structure and purpose of your life. As it turns out, the struggle I was having with my queen of coins web site was a good thing because I realized that it needed to be simplified down to the bare bones of its intended function. Anything else is a waste of time and energy.

I came to this realization because I have found, very recently, that my priorities have changed to the more important task of creating what I want in my personal reality and becoming the best web site developer I can possibly be is just not on the top of that list.

This is wonderful news because that web master persona within me was taking up a lot of my time when I have important work to do. Having given up watching the boob tube, and now backing off on having to know everything in the universe about web sites, I can focus in on the important task at hand. What is that you ask? It is my search for the Holy Grail of unlocking the keys to joy, and deliberate creation.

The thought in my mind as I woke up this morning was about freedom. The thought came into my head in a simple statement. The statement was: “Freedom is paramount.” The definition for the word “paramount” is:

1. chief in importance or impact; supreme; preeminent: a point of paramount significance. 2. above others in rank or authority; superior in power or jurisdiction.

The next thought in my mind was a realization that we cannot have freedom here until we are of better character and acting in such a way that our choices are for the good of the whole. Not even being aware that we are “the whole” we are restricted from perfect freedom, as a child is restricted by its parent. Yet freedom is our birthright, and it is what we strive for. The search for truth is a search for freedom and responsibility. I have to ask, to what extent do I accept full and complete responsibility for my reality? I say that I do, but sometimes I watch myself in amazement as I get angry and impatient at some little thing happening in my daily life. Silly stuff. Like not being able to find my purse, or angry at my cat for sitting on the phone and accidentally dialing 911. When I think about all the little things I get annoyed with, they really are quite funny.

I should try to be more in the present moment and with each tiny event, ask myself what did I do or think to create that.