Greetings…. cards.

A very quick post from me tonight..

I’ve mentioned that I like laughing and I like stupid things that make me laugh.. These greeting cards caught my eye in a shop in Hay-On-Wye when I was visiting a friend over Christmas. I found their website and I absolutely love them.. (Thats a hint friends and family for future Birthdays, Christmas etc)

Choosing the right card for the right person is very important. Sometimes I like heartfelt sentiment in cards that makes me cry when I read them, and sometimes I like nonsense..

On the ladder of creative nonsense, these for me are at the top. I’m quite jealous at whoever came up with them. I want a little bit of their creative mind for myself.

http://www.hazelbee.co.uk/

I hope you enjoy them… because I can’t help but laugh at them..

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Stop Thinking!!!!

OK.

I’m in the first chapter of The Master System. A chapter devoted to thoughts, improvements through the quality of your thoughts. Understanding the natural power of your thoughts…and I failed.

Two days in to a 24 week goal and I failed.

Details aren’t important now, but suffice to say by 6pm yesterday, I was frustrated, irate, irked, vexed, and you can probably drop a little anger into the mix too..

So.. What to do? Think positively?.. I tried.. I really tried. I couldn’t.

My frustration grew. I knew this was no good. It wasn’t constructive but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then came guilt over failing to stop thinking about it. Then came more frustration from feeling guilty. Then more guilt…Classic pink elephant syndrome.. Don’t think about a pink elephant….Ah bugger…

My thoughts were raging. My thoughts were feral, they hissed and spat at me every time I approached them in an attempt to tame them.

I couldn’t control them… But I was aware of them. My guilt was over my inability to stop them, but then I remembered my awareness of them. I was beating myself up over nothing..Awareness of them is having some control over them… So I made a decision….

I allowed them in…. I welcomed them, I shook hands with them and told them I was pleased to have them and to make themselves comfortable…. I lulled them into a false sense of security. I told them they could stay as long as they wanted…I joked with them, I played games with them, then I told them to go wait in the car and I’d be there in a minute… All of a sudden I fancied a night in…

I can still hear them beeping from time to time, but I can’t quite make out what they are saying.. I’m sure they’ll get the message soon though.

Regardless of the fact it was now 2am and I’d tossed and turned and found the cold side of the pillow 7 times, it had worked.

I hadn’t failed after all… It was a triumph. I was a triumph. I’d just flicked through the brochure of my mind and stopped at the pages I wanted. I’d just controlled my mind! I’m a mind controlling genius… A little optimistic there maybe…. but, I’m going to be good at this…

I’m going to be great…

Charles Haanel – The Master Key System

I don’t remember how I stumbled upon this book, but reading the blurb on the back compelled me to buy it. It read…

The Master Key System is one of the finest studies in self-improvement and higher consciousness ever written…… that not only leaves you feeling good, but also thinking good.  This book was banned by the Church and has been hidden away for seventy years!

I was intrigued, so I had to buy it. It’s sat on my bedside table for 2 months but I picked it up this morning and had a flick through.

Hold that thought for a second whilst I firstly explain some recent events and thoughts….

A very good friend of mine commented on one of my posts yesterday and mentioned my commitment to blogging. It got me thinking about why I am so committed to it. The reason I started blogging was to explore my writing style, to explore what it was like to write publicly rather than just think privately…..It’s become so much more than that. It’s become more important to me than I ever imagined it would.

I read some truly inspiring blogs every day. I speak to some truly inspirational people. I appreciate every hit I get, I’m grateful for every ‘like’ I get, and I’m so very happy with every new comment I get… Subscribing to my blog.. well, that just blows my mind!

I made a conscious decision not to use my blog to rant or to be needlessly negative…. If and when I feel like that, I’ll continue to do it in thought only… and once I’m done thinking about it, I’ll counteract it with a positive blog post. Restore the status quo.

To give you an example… Driving home from work last Thursday, I made a mental ‘to do’ list in my head for the evening. It’s quite unusual for me to do this as I’m not a list kind of girl. I’m envious of those who are.

Anyway, my list was

  • Make Tea
  • Make lunch for tomorrow
  • Change bedding and put pyjamas on before I…
  • Pull pretty much contents of wardrobe out and iron everything

1 – 3 went without a hitch. I then came to point 4. Ironing. I pulled everything out of the wardrobe, and I mean everything. Took it downstairs and made a big pile in the living room floor. I pulled out the ironing board and plugged in the iron….Nothing. I unplugged the iron, shook it about a bit, fiddled with the lead a bit, pressed every button and turned every knob. Plugged it back in… Nothing… I probably did that another 3 or 4 times before a voice in my head said…

Bethan, leave it go.. It’s gone… Time of iron death…8.21pm

I was livid!…Livid that I’d dragged everything downstairs, my plan for the evening had been ruined, I’d have to take everything unironed back upstairs, and the prospect of having to wear unironed clothes to work.

I was so frustrated that I gave the ironing board a little kick….. which instantly buckled and collapsed broken to the floor..

Thank you universe!, lesson learnt!.. I acknowledge the hideous overreaction, and consequences of said overreaction.

I didn’t realise you could feel embarrassment in an empty house when it’s only you who has witnessed the event..  But I did. When I told someone at work the next day about it, they genuinely looked at me in surprise and said “What the hell did you do that for, you’re usually so chilled about everything”

In contrast, today my kitchen light blew and the fitting crumbled when I took it out… Being without light in a room is a little more important than an iron breaking, but today I just thought ‘Oh well, I’ll buy another light fitting and fix it’…

So, my point is, I think my commitment to blogging is as much about my commitment to self exploration, discovery and self-development as much as it is to writing.. I wasn’t expecting that when I started to blog. That has crept in and taken me by surprise.

Looking at my past blog posts, the majority of them relate to having fun, to feeling good and thinking good… which brings me back (finally) to Charles Haanel!

This book is arguably one of the first of its kind to talk about harnessing the power of the subconscious and the law of attraction.

The book is split up into 24 parts, and suggests you should focus on them as weekly study courses. That’s what I intend to do. Over the next 24 weeks, I am going to study one per week, and post a weekly update on my progress.

By blogging about it, I’m committing myself to actually doing it, and by actually doing it, I’m committing myself to blogging about it..

It’s a win win situation!

You and who’s army?… Passion and his army actually

The alarm was snoozed, it was too cold to get up yet, and I was too tired. This morning, I lay in bed for far longer than I should have, thinking about what actually drives me to get out of bed in the morning. What do I really feel passionate about…. and what does passion do to a person?

Imagine if there was no passion in the world? The world would keep on spinning, but the greatest films would not have been made. The greatest songs would not have been sung. The greatest books would not have been written, and your greatest love of all time would not exist.

I don’t think passion alone will get you what you want or where you want. What will, is all the other emotions that passion stirs awake.. Emotions that join forces. Pledge allegiance to each other.  Promise to watch each other’s back. Allied bound to each other.

Together, they’re the offering hand that you grab to pick you up, or steady your fall. They’re the forceful hands you feel pushing against your back when you’re half way up the hill and too tired to walk any further. They’re the reassuring hand that holds yours when you’re scared.

But, sitting in the darkness, in the stillness of nothing, in the dead of night….critical, negative thoughts start to seep out of the corners of your brain. Whisper from the shadows, and escape into your conscious thought.

If you’ve already awoken the beast of passion inside of you, it’ll be that beast you call to your rescue.

Your brain sends out an SOS.

Passion hears.. He calls a trusted friend, Mr Power.

“Will? Are you there? Gather up the troops, we’ve got a situation…”

You can feel the vibration within you, the resounding beat as they all gather up their energy, synchronise,  and come galloping to the rescue.

Valiant Passion leads the pack. Behind him, his gallant, loyal army.

Mr Will Power, has mustered up the best soldiers you could hope for. Courage, Determination, Conviction, Confidence, Resolve, Nerve, Belief,  and finally Faith. Faith who insists on leaping everywhere and insists you try the same.

They come thundering in to slay the dragons of insecurity. Make no mistake, they’ll always win. Understand, that if you back them, they’ll always emerge the victors.

After the fight, you’ll still hear the chants and war cry’s of Passion’s army echo and reverberate inside of you. Listen to them, feel them pulsate, find their beat.

Then, and only then…is when you can pull the thorn of fear from your side, lift it triumphantly above your head, before throwing it to the lions of success to devour.

That….. is what passion can do for you…. If you let it.

Beyonce Knowles tribute act!

All the single Kittys, all the single Kittys…

Now put your paws up…

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh….

Some life thoughts and observations

I’m sure I will add to the list as time goes by, but I’ve spent the last 10 minutes jotting down some observations and thoughts….

They are… (In no particular order)…

  • In school, teachers who didn’t want to be bothered always put their tie over their shoulder to make it look like they were in a hurry
  • Everyone will Google their name at some point in their life…. and probably be disappointed with the results
  • Sentences that start with “I’m not being funny.. but”, always end in an insult
  • Tea & toast always taste better when someone else has made it
  • Sometimes, for a split second, you can’t remember if dinosaurs were real or not
  • Every person in the world has fallen up the stairs at least once
  • “I’m fine” is code for “I’m furious with you”
  • Everyone has a pair of old trainers for gardening, and an old t-shirt for painting… and never wears either for each job
  • “It’s fine” is code for “It’s not, and I’ll be bringing it back up at a later date”
  • You’ve subconsciously judged every photo on Facebook of everyone with the same name as you
  • Nobody believes the message on Sky that your remote batteries must be replaced within 10 minutes
  • The three most important words to a child are…. “I’ll time you”

Feel free to add your own……

Monster hunting, fast cars and jungle trekking

Wednesday evening I found myself chasing monsters, driving fast cars and trekking through a jungle.

With my trusted sidekick beside me, we hunted the monsters out and stunned them with a Buzz Lightyear gun. There were lots of them. They were on top of cars. On the dangerous road. Down drains. On top of buildings. They were everywhere… There’s one!.. Bzzzz… Stunned him with Buzz’s gun… There’s another one!…. Bzzzzz….

Then we drove cars. Really fast. Performed death-defying stunts. Jumped over other cars. Flipped onto our sides then back again. Wheel spun. Skidded. Dangerous stuff, but we were never in danger.

Then we lived in a jungle and spoke to elephants, lions, giraffes and hippos. We grazed on leaves from tall trees, We sat on rocks. We drank from the river…….

Wednesday, I spent the evening playing with my friend’s 3-year-old little boy.

Play is such an important part of a child’s development, but have us adults forgotten it’s importance? Has adulthood with all it’s pressures, responsibilities and worries stifled the pure enjoyment we used to get from just playing.

I’ll put my hand up right now, and admit that I still enjoy playing. I enjoyed stunning monsters, I enjoyed racing cars and I enjoyed living in the jungle.

I enjoy entering a land of endless creativity. Boundless imagination. Limitless fun. For a short while, its pure escapism. Maybe that’s why I enjoy it?

I’m a normal responsible adult. I do normal responsible adult things.

But….. I do like to daydream.

Maybe that’s why I’ll quite happily sit cross-legged on the floor and play with my niece & nephew, and my friend’s children….. Maybe that’s what has earned me the very honourable title of Godmother to four very beautiful Godchildren.

A lot of my friends now have children. I don’t, but I’m not one of these friends who feels duty bound to interact with their friend’s children. Neither am I one of these friends who has slowly distanced themselves from their friends with children and just surrounds themselves with similar circumstanced friends.

I’m one of these friends who understands that when you are spending time with your friend’s children, you are in the company of the most precious item on Earth to your friend. You are in the presence of something that your friend, the parent, has such natural, immeasurable and sometimes inexplicable love for. Love, stronger than any diamond and worth so much more too.

If you love your friends. You’ll love their children too. And I do.

I take an interest in the lives of my niece and nephew. I’ve never missed a school concert, or a birthday party, and I don’t ever intend to. I help with homework, I babysit, I play shop, I play house, I play board games, I read books, I do jig-saws. I colour in, I cut-out, I play football in the street, I play cricket in the summer, and I’m a legend on Cooking Mama on the Nintendo DS.

My niece and nephew have their own brilliant, wonderful, unique, quirky personalities, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of something familiar. A certain look, a little mannerism, a smile, a frown. It reminds me that something beating inside of them, beats inside of me too…

Top 10 things to do when you’re bored

1. Give yourself a makeover…..

2. Pretend to be a giant (a healthy eating one)…….

3. Pretend your cat has a go go gadget paw (and fights crime with it)…..

4. Find food products on/or in cars…….

Baguette spotted in a car in Normandy

Potatoes found on a car in Bath. Potato!

5. Glue a Hannah Montana cut-out to the hands of a sleeping 35 year old man……

6. Perfect the art of a strong handshake by practising on your cat…..

7. Go on a day trip with a deer……

8. Become a master of disguise…….

9. Pretend your cat is Marlon Brando in the Godfather…….

10. Browse the internet whilst enjoying a drink that sums up who you are…..

Doodles – Etchings of the subconscious mind

We all do it. On the phone, in the office, in the classroom…

I’m really interested in what my subconscious mind is telling me, so I want to know what my doodles mean. What subtle messages are being expressed by me when I’m absent-mindedly doodling?

Here is a typical page of my doodles

 

What does it all mean?

After spending 10 minutes Googling doodle analysis, I found out the following…

I’m an introvert, with a practical, methodical mind, but also a free-thinker who is creative and imaginative. I’m flexible, patient, persistent and am able to concentrate. I could have a suspicious nature, a need for harmony, love, security and show feelings of being trapped. I’m nostalgic, have a curious mind and possible self-image issues.

Wow!

Another interesting observation I made, is that I’ve doodled and drawn that same street of houses for years. I found these which date back to when I was in college in 1996. I must have drawn it hundreds of times since.

What does it mean to have drawn the same scene for the past 15 years?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Optimist!…. No… Pessimist!… No… Indecisive to both?

I don’t hi-five and whoop my way through the day, but I don’t clunk my way through, shackled to the woes of despair either.

This topic caught my interest on the daily post today. It’s relevant to me. I would say that at the moment I’m generally an optimist. Because I’m choosing to be. It’s not always very easy, but it’s always possible.

Optimism hasn’t got to where he is today without the help of some of his friends though. Optimism would be nothing without his best drinking buddies by his side, Faith & Belief. They are the ones who keep buying you a full pint at the bar. They don’t want you to ponder over ‘half full or half empty’. They want you to have a full pint.

Determination, focus, nerve, courage, hope and confidence aren’t innocent in this either. In fact, they’re all in it together. A posse. A force to be reckoned with.

The brothers Pessimist and Doubt are usually kicking about in the same pub, along with their motley crew.It’s a free world, they’re allowed to. They’re always willing to buy you a pint too, but they expect to drink half of it first before giving it to you.

Sometimes you’ll let them, because it’s easier than challenging them.

Sometimes it’s OK to do that. Optimism won’t be offended, he knows in the long run, he can offer you more, because deep down you do too. He just hopes you realise it.

I started the year with three very clear personal goals in mind. I’m optimistic that I’ll achieve all three. They won’t fall in my lap. I know that I’ve got a lot of hard work in front of me if I want to achieve them…. And I’m prepared to do it.

  • The wheels are in motion for goal number one
  • The wheels are just being screwed on for goal number two
  • The wheel has not been invented yet for goal number three

I’m not worried though, they’ll all happen, because I’ve got Faith and Belief buying me pints. Full ones.

I won’t set the whole world on fire with them, that’s not my intention. But in the small patch of it that I can call my own, I’ve got the matches…

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