Damm! Again, G. interrupts me. Interminable questions about that Samsung Tab E that her friend gifted her with yesterday. My feelings are annoyance and resentfulness accompanied by an internal voice snapping “leave me alone.”
I have only myself to blame. G. cannot buck the current of a vibrational set point that I clearly tuned to “Channel I M Teacher.” After all, I experience lots of satisfaction being the “go to person” when it comes to things electronic. At heart I am a teacher.
Intending, as I do to use this blog as a tool for FEELING GOOD through the deliberate exercise of my imagination, I can do a better job than I am doing. Happily, I only have to make a note of it and move on without looking back or spending more than thirty seconds on “regret.”
Once upon a time I avoided wanting things because that wanting seemed hopeless, or I felt guilty for wanting things that were a burden on my parents. Of course, I didn’t realize that I was operating from a defective set point that included two false premises: first that there were limitations to what I could have; second that parents were my source. I didn’t understand that even the sky was not the limit, and the source of power lay with the strength of my alignment with source energy.
Those thoughts spark little bursts of sparkling happiness. The desire for things is a great deal of fun; it is fun to play with the ideas of things to have. It is a magical game when playing it without a single thought of lack. It is such fun opening the switch of a lightbulb that shines on a new perspective that brings relief.
Good, the mood of my morning has been set.