From Jul 10, 2009

This life is gloriously confusing and twitterpating.  All at once.

I am beginning to contemplate the many wonderful things I desire this experience to look like.  Because there have been so many before me, and so many surrounding me, I have a massive catalog of things I might look for at my fingertips.

If this life is a painting, I am the painter.   One of the most beautiful things I’ve recently learned is that we should never die with our song still in our heart.  Thank you, Dr. Dyer.   There is much to be done, much to be experienced, and much to give.

I *do* want to give.  I want to give off a vibration that is lovely and energizing to the ones I encounter.  I want my words to touch hearts and to give a perspective that will change things for the better.  I want to spread the ideas of hope and joy to anyone who is willing to read it.  So much… So much to share.  I want to show myself and everyone else just how easily this life comes to me.  I want to BE these things.  I think, in a way, I already am.

Acting as though everything I could possibly needs or want from this life is already mine is a beautiful experience.  Nay-sayers attribute it to delusions, but those with hope attribute it to attitude.  Knowing that this lovely life is already mine changes ME for the better.  It gives me permission to exude love and awe– because after all, that is what this time is for.  I could just as easily choose sadness and negativity.  Instead, I want to feel good.

Another point I’ve recently learned is that there is no amount of suffering I can go through that will make it better for someone else who is suffering.  I think that’s something that we all forget some days.