Pollyanna is back

Even Pollyanna had her down days but it was the love of the people that she showed kindness to that helped her back.

It was me showing love to me that brought me back.

Being authentic to myself. Acknowledging I deserve better and standing up for myself despite the consequences is an empowering feeling.

You maybe thinking “Easy for you to say but I need my job, I need to pay the bills, I have a family support.”

So do I but from previous experience of undervaluing myself and the trauma’s that it brings is just not worth it, my health and well-being is far more valuable and (now) believe if I face life from this stand point the Universe will celebrate with me and not forsake me.

I recently re-read something by Bruce Lipton about the effects of stress on the brain. Thankfully I read this in the middle of a really bad stressful state I had allowed myself in to that reminded me to pull myself up by my own boots straps.

My interpretation of Bruce’s words to myself was “Stop it, stress makes you thick”.

The last two days something has brought a massive national delay to our operations. The majority of the people have spent this time moaning and a groaning while I have sat in an oasis of calm and despite all the issues I don’t seem to have been experiencing them as much as anyone else.

Has my positive thought processes allowed the internet energies find their way in to my connection better? I doubt it …. yet?

While one particular colleague was stomping around using foul language and getting themselves in the ‘Thick state’ and they approached me and asked aren’t you stressed?

“No” I replied. “Stress is a choice and if I find myself getting stressed I’ll just change my thought. It only takes 16 seconds”

“16 seconds?”

“Yeah, in 68 seconds you will have really changed your thoughts”

He walked away spouting “You read too much”

Totally unfazed I replied “No, I don’t read enough”.

5 Years ago before really embracing The Law of Attraction I was a mess. A terrified puddle basically. Now when I get stressed at some point I go “how did I let that happen’. It is so infrequent it will rock me.

At 3am I went back to bed buzzing because I couldn’t sleep, came downstairs, repaired two pairs of pants/trousers that I have been meaning to fix for ages, journaled and read some Liz Gilbert – Big Magic. Ended it on a high note in the book and took myself back of to bed feeling – Big Magic.

Happiness is a habit we can cultivate if we keep practicing and keep reading the right books.