A couple of weeks ago I discovered a website called www.real-wishes.com. The idea behind this site is that 8,888 wishes are to be granted - as I write this there are less than 50 remaining. There is a lot of focus on the number 8 within having your wish granted. After lodging your wish you are required to visit your 'wish page' for eight days in a row. There are a few other exercises that need to be done daily as well. I have a really big wish that I have always put a lot of energy into and I figured a little extra help wouldn't hurt...
As I submitted my wish, the pop up window reminded me that a lot of people who made a wish don't return the next day, would I be one of these people? I clicked the appropriate answers and put a note somewhere so I wouldn't forget to visit the next day...
I was a little smug when I visited the website the following night, I wasn't going to be a statistic, no siree! Hah! But guess who forgot the night after that? Consequently the whole process had to be started again - I was a bit gutted about that one.
The days went by, I dutifully logged in each day around the same time, I completed the task associated with the time 11.11, I even sat in the moonlight for a minimum of 30 seconds! Things were going well...until life kicked in...
I had a couple of days where I wouldn't be around my laptop and I wondered how on earth I was going to log in to my wish page...
And then it hit me...as it so often does....If I was prepared to put all this time and effort into trying to make my wish come true, wouldn't I have been better off actually doing something to help me work towards it by myself? How often in life have we put our faith in others in the hope thay will bring us the happiness and fullfilment we desire? How often do we invest in a bad relationship because feeling needed or being part of a couple is more important than actually feeling good about ourselves. How often have we, after getting ill, opted for a quick fix, rather than working out why we feel so crap in the first place. (My belief is that most illnesses are an indicator of stress, emotion, trauma or nutritional choices) If the only way my wish was to be granted was for me to stay at home, glued to the clock or my lappie, I had to ask myself if it was worth it.
I will admit I am fortunate that my new mobile hooks into the internet quite nicely, thank you very much, so I was able to log into my wish page while I was out. However, I had already decided if I couldn't be a part of life, my wish, no matter how big and important it was, just that important. Maybe letting go of the actual urgency of having a wish granted is what allows it to happen.....
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
The past is best viewed through a rear view mirror....
I have been 'bussing' to my massage course each week and I have to admit the last time I sat on a bus there were no mobile phones, ipods, or even air conditioning. (yes, I admit it, I'm ancient!)
How time has changed bus travel. I remember buses being happy, noisy places where you rarely sat alone and there was always someone new to talk to. It was like being in a portable community full of smiling happy people - and no, I never travelled on a commuters bus, so I do realise they may have been a tad more formal.
Buses now are quite different now, almost sterile areas where travellers plug in their earphones, send texts, check emails or update their facebook status on their mobiles. If anyone does talk, they speak softly as if its illegal to make noise. All you can hear is the scratching sound of loud music through earphones and the mobile keypad tones of those who don't know how to adjust their settings to stop it. With all those people 'plugged in' or trying not to make eye contact I guess no one makes conversations with random strangers anymore. What wonderful experiences and opportunities we must miss out on in our insular society. I mourned the loss of social interaction and came to the conclusion that change wasn't such a great thing after all.
...and then I saw it.... The sign at the front of the bus.... 'For the comfort & health of your fellow passengers, smoking is prohibited on this bus, as is the consumption of food or drink.'
Hmmm...and then the reality of the good old days came to me....
Travelling in a bus thick with smoke, especially in winter, with the windows closed, was horrific. The floor littered with cigarette butts and ash and rubbish, well that hadn't been much fun either. What about the chewing gum that inevitably stuck to our shoes, making squelchy noises as we stepped off the bus? The windows you didn't want your kids to touch, because you weren't really sure what that was smeared all over them. Or worse still, the time I wore my new skirt, prepared to dazzle the world and instead wore smudged ice cream from off my seat for the rest of the day......(don't even ask what colour it was!)
Ahh, maybe change isn't so bad after all, I sighed as I looked around at the scrupulously keen seats, windows and floors, it's just that sometimes our perception and the reality don't always live in the same place.
Yes, I feel the past is definitely best viewed through a rear view mirror where the good old days appear much bigger and brighter than they really were!
How time has changed bus travel. I remember buses being happy, noisy places where you rarely sat alone and there was always someone new to talk to. It was like being in a portable community full of smiling happy people - and no, I never travelled on a commuters bus, so I do realise they may have been a tad more formal.
Buses now are quite different now, almost sterile areas where travellers plug in their earphones, send texts, check emails or update their facebook status on their mobiles. If anyone does talk, they speak softly as if its illegal to make noise. All you can hear is the scratching sound of loud music through earphones and the mobile keypad tones of those who don't know how to adjust their settings to stop it. With all those people 'plugged in' or trying not to make eye contact I guess no one makes conversations with random strangers anymore. What wonderful experiences and opportunities we must miss out on in our insular society. I mourned the loss of social interaction and came to the conclusion that change wasn't such a great thing after all.
...and then I saw it.... The sign at the front of the bus.... 'For the comfort & health of your fellow passengers, smoking is prohibited on this bus, as is the consumption of food or drink.'
Hmmm...and then the reality of the good old days came to me....
Travelling in a bus thick with smoke, especially in winter, with the windows closed, was horrific. The floor littered with cigarette butts and ash and rubbish, well that hadn't been much fun either. What about the chewing gum that inevitably stuck to our shoes, making squelchy noises as we stepped off the bus? The windows you didn't want your kids to touch, because you weren't really sure what that was smeared all over them. Or worse still, the time I wore my new skirt, prepared to dazzle the world and instead wore smudged ice cream from off my seat for the rest of the day......(don't even ask what colour it was!)
Ahh, maybe change isn't so bad after all, I sighed as I looked around at the scrupulously keen seats, windows and floors, it's just that sometimes our perception and the reality don't always live in the same place.
Yes, I feel the past is definitely best viewed through a rear view mirror where the good old days appear much bigger and brighter than they really were!
Saturday, 18 June 2011
Take one twice a day until no longer required....
I want a magic pill, one that will make me feel as if I have my life in control, make me a better friend, help me to feel empowered and pretty much take the stress out of my existence...
Its not that my life is out of control or sad and pathetic, I just want a quick fix so I can stop trying so hard to be a part of my life and concentrate on the easy stuff - like relaxing in the sun, reading a good book, enjoying my family and just 'be-ing'.
Surely I'm not the only one? C'mon, wouldn't you like to stop worrying about whether your bills will be paid on time? How to make the most of your life? How to be the best person you can be, without pretending you are someone everyone wants you to be?
We live in a society where it seems everything that ails you can be fixed with a pill, so why not this?
It seems to me life is full of lessons and learning curves, some of them I am sure I could have done without. I realise they are necessary to help me grow as a person - but hey, just once in a while I'd like to take the day off...
I don't ask for much, I don't care what colour it is, although the size could be an issue if its going to be something I will choke on! Although I'm guessing that would be a big enough incentive to try and get on with my life without it!
Its not that my life is out of control or sad and pathetic, I just want a quick fix so I can stop trying so hard to be a part of my life and concentrate on the easy stuff - like relaxing in the sun, reading a good book, enjoying my family and just 'be-ing'.
Surely I'm not the only one? C'mon, wouldn't you like to stop worrying about whether your bills will be paid on time? How to make the most of your life? How to be the best person you can be, without pretending you are someone everyone wants you to be?
We live in a society where it seems everything that ails you can be fixed with a pill, so why not this?
It seems to me life is full of lessons and learning curves, some of them I am sure I could have done without. I realise they are necessary to help me grow as a person - but hey, just once in a while I'd like to take the day off...
I don't ask for much, I don't care what colour it is, although the size could be an issue if its going to be something I will choke on! Although I'm guessing that would be a big enough incentive to try and get on with my life without it!
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