I only ask because currently my two main personal goals involve these two activities, that at times seem particularly mutually exclusive.
Goal number one or two, really it wouldn’t matter which I achieved first -- is to lose weight. Get back to my svelte, but ever elusive wedding weight. I know sounds more like a wish or a dream rather than a goal. Believe me, I’ve been calling on the dispenser of wishes, rubbing every lamp, urn and tea kettle I can find. But that genie hasn’t shown up yet. So I continue to work on it in other more taxing ways.
Then there’s my other goal -- to be published. I know, now you’re thinking I’m likely delusional. So you can see why I rub pottery, or stainless steel. I need that genie and those three wishes he doles out. Even though I mention only two wishes, I mean goals, I need the last genie wish to insure the more wishes clause. Because, let’s face it, even if I lose the weight and get published, I’ll likely need to do it again.
But I do tend toward practicality at times, so besides rubbing coffeepots in antique stores I've been writing down these two goals. Over and over and over. Every morning.
Wayne Dyer, and all those other “Secret” gurus say this guarantees my success. I’m not sure how. I hope it’s not just the calories I burn writing “I am a slim, trim successful, published author.” That couldn’t be many calories, and only adds eight words to my daily word count.
But seriously, I know I have to do more than just write the goals down. And I do.
I post these wishes, I mean goals, all over my life. You know the drill -- sticky notes on the car dashboard, the mirror, the fridge, the cupboard, computer, in my wallet, on the toilet seat. Because, each time I see one it's supposed to reinforce my commitment to the universe. I just wish someone would reinforce the glue on those sticky notes. I’ve found those less-than sticky notes on my shoe, in my hair and once in my bra, don’t ask.
So far the universe hasn’t noticed my commitment. In the meantime, I’ll keep rubbing the teakettle, and for good measure I keep putting out the word count, learning the craft, walking on that treadmill and avoiding all things delicious.
I’d love to hear what you think?
Next time: Feeding the Muse, literally.