Is anything possible?

The Law of Attraction.....hmmm.

OK, for sanity's sake, I'll just say that yes; anything is possible. Then what? What's the next step?

Oh. My. God. If it's all been about this law of attraction my whole life, then I attracted all of "this," right? This over-flowing cornucopia of experience, this winding path of a life has all been built by me. All that has been rotten and unfortunate in my life as well as all that was blessed and good; I attracted all of it. And looking forward, all that will be I am currently attracting into my life. I am manifesting the ‘everything.' What a mind-blowing concept. Let me just take an extra moment to think about it.......

Yup.

Totally mind-blowing.

OK. OK. OK. *Deep breath* So, I try to accept this. I accept that I am the builder of my life. In so doing, I have to embrace responsibility for everything that's brought me here. I did that; no one else. My choices and actions carried me to this point in my life. Knowing this is a huge responsibility for my future. Knowing that everything I do now is building the future is mildly daunting, almost so much so that I fear making a choice. Of course, that in itself is a choice, no?

What about the day-to-day actions like getting up with the alarm clock and getting ready for work? What about just going to work? The devil's in the details. Every tiny thing I do is rolling me forward toward my ultimate manifestation.

Now it dawns on me that I reckon I should pick a goal. I was never one to make a conscious choice about what I want to do with my life or where I see myself in the next year. I've always hated that question in interviews and on dates. I've been the leaf in the stream just floating along as the stream sees fit. Grasping this concept insinuates that I am not the leaf; I am the stream. Wow.

What are these possibilities that encompass the world of "anything's possible?" Should I make a list? Perhaps a lit of options would be a good idea. I'll get right on that.

In the meantime, everything I'm doing - even writing this down and sharing it - is building something; is pushing me forward; is opening doors and waltzing me through. Wow. I am still mind-blown. The possibilities are endless. There are an infinite number of manifestations. Let me soak in this for a moment. These concepts settle in slowly.

 

Possibilities...  

I've never been any good at setting goals. I've always just kind of taken life as it comes to me. Opportunities present themselves, I mull it over for a little while, usually talk it through with a friend or some one who's opinion I value, and then I'm carried forward.

Take my decision to go back to school, for example. It was really a coincidence of sorts; although I don't really believe in coincidences. I'd heard about this school on the radio where working adults could go and earn their degree and it wouldn't interfere with work and such. I knew that I didn't want to stay in the position I was in forever and I saw that as a chance to move up the corporate ladder. I made decisions at that time that I still questions. I have no regrets; mind you. But I s do still think back and wonder if I couldn't have done things a little differently. I took out student loans in HUGE dollar amounts. I anticipate paying them back for the rest of my life. That's a weight I'd rather not be carrying.

But overall, the decision to go back to college was a good one. I earned my degree and that has brought me better employment and more money. Although that money is spent paying back the student loans, I'm still proud of my accomplishment.

Anyway, during that decision making process, I didn't think of it as setting a goal at all. In fact, I rather felt like I was just doing something on a whim and went into it with a less than serious state of mind. I was shrugging about all the way. "Heh....whatever" was my attitude. I was not focused. I was not serious. I was just skating along the ice of life; not a care in the world about the future or whether the ice would be thick enough to hold my weight. . I think I mostly felt like it was something that I ‘should' be doing. For the most part, and certainly in retrospect, I felt like I was doing what was expected of me.

So, for me goal-setting is unfamiliar. At least it seems that way. When I chose to head back to school, everything just fell into place and it was EASY. I really didn't have to put much effort into it, so it doesn't seem like it was ever a goal I set. It just happened, and I was there. Once again, I was along for the ride like a leaf in the stream. And I gotta tell ya' my whole life has been that way.

So is this the Law of Attraction? Is it that simple? I just pick something....make a few decisions in relationship to it......and then it just starts falling into place without a lot of thought or focus on my part. Could it really be that freakin easy? But I don't think I know how to set a goal. I think the universe will put opportunities in my path and lately, I'm not seeing all that many that relate at all to anything that I consciously think I want to do. Or maybe I'm just so shackled in fear of change that I don't see these opportunities? Or is it perhaps a case of seeing them, but letting fear keep me from once again becoming the leaf in the stream and following the river?

And these days, I'm considering going back to school. Ug. The thought of incurring more student loan debt is at the top of the list of reasons not to. I have a dream to one day work in a vineyard and run a summer camp at that vineyard for "wayward" kids. I don't really know a lot about growing grapes or working with struggling kids. But I just love this idea of bringing kids in to teach them about nurturing life from the dirt, making something of value from so little. I grew up in a farming community and this knowledge is solidified in the foundation of all that is me. It's as much a part of my being as my skin or my breath. And, I think it saved me from detriment more than once.

The steps to achieving this dream are intimidating to say the least. It's simply so overwhelming that I have a hard time conceptualizing; never-mind getting to the stepping-in place; that place of beginning to follow the dream. It's damn scary, in fact.

And then I wonder why can't I just make the best of the life I'm in now? Why must I always be seeking something new? Can't I just be content to be "here" and to be present in the "now?" What am I running away from when I cook up these schemes and have these dreams? Do I fear satisfaction? Do I thrive in ever-seeking something different? Am I trapped in a ‘Grass is Always Greener' state of mind?

I don't know. Seems I don't have any answers; only questions. On that note; some one told me once that if I don't know what I want to manifest, then I should just ask questions and the answers will manifest. If that's the case, there will be a lot of answers coming my way soon.

It's been 39 years & 8 months and still going strong. Where does the time go; really? I can't help but wonder what the next 39 years hold for me. I certainly feel as though I am at a pivotal point right now. My awareness of the laws of attraction seems to be making every decision so much more intense; sharp even.

And I wonder; am I young or old? Am I too old for this and too young for that? I can't join AARP - or at least I don't think I can. I haven't been interested so don't really know. I do know that I don't get the senior's discount at the theater; I'm too young. Of course, for the most part, I can still do anything I want regardless of my age.

What's that they say? "You're only as young as you feel."

I certainly don't want to put any limitations on myself, but I gotta wonder if there might be circumstances in which the ‘too young' and ‘too old' factors might be valid. Of course, there will be times when the body really isn't capable. That's to be expected, yes? What I'm really considering are social expectations and such.

Let's take fashion for example. I've heard folks say, "That outfit's too young for her" or, "She's way too old to be wearing that." I might have even said it from time to time. These days, though, now that I'm getting to an age where it might be inappropriate to wear certain things, that sentiment is making me wonder. I suppose there's some validity to it, but how much of it is rooted in jealousy and resentment?

And then there's the statement we've all heard, "I'm too old to be acting like that." Or, "he's way too old to do that." Again, I can see some validity to the sentiment, but I wonder about it as well.

I guess I am just wondering where to draw the line; if at all.

With age comes experience and with experience comes wisdom and with wisdom comes the maturity to make intelligent choices and to act responsibly and insightfully. Growth... It crosses my mind that wisdom is only gained in growth; not necessarily age.

So the ultimate question I ask myself is; will I allow wisdom or society to dictate my choices?

Wisdom tells me to be respectful of others and not to judge. Wisdom promises a certain level of understanding, intelligence and perhaps even empathy. Wisdom, to me, is the Grandmother of Peace. Wisdom balances. Wisdom tells me that even though I may not agree with some one else's perceptions and beliefs, I must be respectful and do the best I can to allow that person their own way of being. But, wisdom also tells me to honor myself.

Society usually tells me to be one way or another based on the ‘norms' of the day. Society's message changes from week to week, day to day, hour to hour; like the blowing wind. I think one constant with society; other than change, is that it's based on the ideals of what a few propagate onto the susceptible masses.

As I grow older in both body and mind, I'm finding more to question about myself. I'm looking inward more than outward. I'm spending less time thinking about what others are doing or thinking and more time enjoying my life. I'm less concerned with the societal norms and more interested in satisfying my own desires. I'm feeling younger than my age, and healthier than ever. I'm feeling more at home in my skin now than when I was in the skin of a young woman. Yet, I still feel young.

39 years & 8 months is only a tiny drop in the bucket in the bigger scheme of things. I may be getting older and growing into something called wisdom, but in reality, I am entirely too young. I must admit that's thrilling to say and I'm looking forward to the next 39 years whether dictated by wisdom or society.

For the most part, I'm a very patient person and find waiting fairly easy.

I wait for lunch to cook, for some one to answer the phone, for responces to emailsm for lights to turn green, for the treadmill....waiting happens. I think more than just waiting in line; we spend all our lives in a state of waiting. We wait for our needs to be fulfilled in one way or another, we wait for answers, we wait for questions. We wait. Even when we're actively creating, we're experiencing a form of waiting.

I've even been a waitress and that's a whole other can of waiting beans, heh?

When I do find myself in the long line kind of waiting, I try to use that time as a recess of sorts. It's the perfect time to stop everything and look around; notice my surroundings, see the people around me...etc.

Waiting is not a bad thing most of the time.