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About a year ago I was sitting in a very different place than I am now. I had a masters degree and I was working in Shop-Rite. Due to finances, I had been forced to move 'on a dime', so I had taken a waitressing job as well. My children and I were living amid the chaos of multitudes of boxes that mom had no time or energy to open.
I can remember threading my way through the living room, around the 5 or 6 eight foot high pieces of my daughter's bunk bed. This was more like a bunk condominium really, a remnant of when I had a job and had spent the divorce money on great beds. Being codependent and a card-carrying pain-fixer, I had deluded myself that having the bed of their dreams might somehow ease my children's pain. And now this multi-drawered, desk-included monstrosity weaved its way through my tiny new living room like a great wooden Stone Henge housed in a garage, while its duplicate- my son's bed- lay in his aunt's garage. His was too big to even fit in his new room, and all of my children had been sleeping on the floor for two months.
In those days I did a good bit of crying when I came home exhausted from the second job of the day. Both jobs together didn't provide anything close to liveable wage, with the waitressing job hitting new lows for me, money-wise.
With 2 fruitless but necessary jobs and no money for the internet or a phone, I was in a sort of time warp. The universe had slowed me down from typical Lorelei 'get it done' mode. Days and weeks proceeded with no end in sight. I had no time to call for a job or send a resume, and no way to print or send one even if there had been time. As the weeks went by we opened the boxes, and got the two remaining beds put together. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, I purchase the 3 for one phone-internet-cable deal and got the computer up and running. I then bought one black ink cartridge for $29.50. (It was a fortune at the time, so I remember the price.)
I would like to say that we were then up and running. But the progress was more like what a baby does. First we crawled. Then we teeter-tottered. Then we hobbled. Then, like the Winter Warlock in Santa Claus is Coming to Town, we finally put one foot in front of the other and walked. These days with a job that I love, that at least takes care of essentials, we are doing a sort of steady march. We are not running or even jogging yet- but we are going forward with assurity.
And it is interesting to note that the reason I am where I am now was all because I sent a card. And it was a "Law of Attraction" type of phenomena, which I will explain.
Over the course of that year I was speaking of I had gradually gotten closer in my job search to something that I would love and be suited for. I was now looking in the arena of substance abuse prevention. I had pursued and received a scholarship to enhance my knowledge in that area. By the end of the school year I was in the world doing informational interviews for the field I truly wanted- finding out gradually what I was missing and filling in the gaps. I went to an interview that I felt wonderful about, and thought 'perhaps this is 'it.'
In my quest for money, I had been a representative for an online card system that I loved. Then in financial distress my license had lapsed. These days I could not actually sell the system- but I still had the ability to use it. Previous to that I had been hideous with things like sending cards. But this was so easy and effortless- and I loved to choose my own card from the thousands they had. When I had time I would create a card using my own pictures. I didn't have to go to the store or have stamps, and the price for a card was much cheaper than Hallmark. So I would make a card on the internet from my home, and put the note in my own handwriting, for which the system had a font. Then I would pretty the card up with colored lettering or a photo of myself on the inside and vary the address font to look like the card had been custom-printed by a designer. Then I would hit send and wait while someone in Salt Lake City Utah printed my beautiful card to look as if I had written it, stamped it, and sent it out in the mail!
So that day after the interview I feverishly came home and went to my online card system. I paid particular attention to the minutia this time, and created the follow-up-interview 'card of my dreams.' I worked and reworked that card- something you can't do with a regular card. The interviewer and the agency had struck me in a positive way, so I carefully crafted the words to tell her so, in a way that was both professional and meaningful. Finally content with the results, and with hope in my heart, I hit the send button.
A few days later when I got a letter saying that they had hired someone else.
I'd like to say that this didn't crush me- but I would be lying. I knew this job was perfect for me. It was everything that I had dreamed of for so long. I bravely tried to rally my usually ever-present positive outlook. But this time, after two solid years of being unable to pay for the basics of life, my smile was starting to droop.
Two days later the phone rang. I picked it up, expecting a bill collector. Instead it was the woman who had interviewed me. She told me that she had just gotten my card that day, and she was very touched by it. She then proceeded to tell me that she had changed her mind and wanted to hire me after-all. That same woman is now my boss, and one of the most extraordinary woman I have ever had the pleasure to know.
So in summary what had happened was that I had used beauty and positive words- two powerful attractors-and sent this message into the world. I had basically 'sent a smile,' and I had gotten this positive energy back in spades. And you don't get much more 'Law of Attraction Energy" than that.
I am happy to say that I am diligently increasing my income through this card system again, and also sending out my own special smiles. As you practice the law of attraction, remember to continue to send out your own smiles. Choose whatever methods you prefer, but be assured that you will get your smiles back in spades.
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