Tag: Shifting Mood

KICKING THE TIRES OF APRIL 23, 2019

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graphic of two coffee cups and saucers
Coffee Set photographed by Gabriela Talerico

A Cup of Vengefulness

Yesterday, I swung back and forth between vengefullness and neutrality. The canvass upon which I painted my moods was vengefullness for Easter Sunday, and the entire responsibility for the dinner preparation and the subsequent clean up fell on my shoulders. The seasoning was a series of jabbing criticisms illiciting the impulse to yelling “do it yourself then.”

The Cup of Imagination

There was so much momentum on those feelings that my only way to find ease was to think about something entirely different and engage in completeing tasks that were miles away from yesterday. I did swap my winter clothing for my summer clothing, and that was effortless. It is clear that I am repeating patterns from fifty years. The only way to align with my life of happiness, well-being, and crazy abundance is focusing the power of my imagination on what I want and disregard “the what is.”

For today, I want to feeling satisfaction, happiness, and appreciation. I desire a day where the people in my life are experiencing happiness and satisfaction. For me, satisfaction will be a thousand words in my book. a new post for the Front Door, belief in the abundance that will be flowing to me this month, and development of a richly satisfying career.

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Kicking Monday May 6th 2018

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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.