My business is effort.
What does that mean? It means that all I have to do in this life in order to succeed is make the effort.
Make the effort and things will fall into place. Wishing, praying and positive thinking may or may not be efficient, but your effort is certainly efficient.
Excuses will pour into our thoughts in order to convince us not to do this effort, very valid points will arise proving why the effort should not be put in.
But it is up to us to decide on how bad we want the result.
The bottom line is simple , you are the only one who decides on your actions. God? God is busy with other things and has delegated this responsibility to you. Each one of us is in control of our own life, this is our gift from god.
Once you realize, believe and understand this, not much can stop you.
Looking forward to 2014.
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My business is effort.
You are the Creator of your own experience.
I’m losing concentration…I can hear a TV on really low, but it’s not mine. Could I be hearing a neighbour’s TV ? I mean the houses here are pretty close together… What if it’s not the TV? What if I’m hearing voices in my head? Ok I’m getting paranoid again. My heart rate just went up a notch.
I’m closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I suddenly forget what was bothering me and I move on. I just did it now and it’s worked so well that I don’t remember what was freaking me out in the first place.
So I’m going to look up and read.
Oh ya the noise. I just realized, it’s coming from my TV. I thought it was on Mute, but it wasn’t. It’s just really really low.
You see how crazy we can get when our mind is not at peace.
So today was Victoria Day. Or so they said.
Before I started writing this post, I actually Googled: “Victoria Day” to find out if it was actually today.
All I know, is that today, the kids didn’t have school. That means, 3 kids, 3 meals, 2 naps (A1 won’t bend), an outing, baths if necessary (usually only A2), 3 simultaneous but completely different bed time routines including the flapping arm thing I mentioned, a story and 3 warm milks of different preparations and presentations of course. Oh ya, and forgot to mention, endless diaper changes.
So thank You Queen Victoria for letting my husband stay home from work today.
(And then I bow)
Everybody’s afraid of something. Sure we all fear the same things, death, war, ghosts… but then we have that little something that’s not supposed to be scary but still really scares us.
I’m debating wether or not I should disclose my mini-phobia. After all, this is the internet, and telling your weaknesses to the world can only lead to one thing: empowerment.
So what are you afraid of?
I’ll go first…