Let shit be what it is.

Letting shit be what it is. I love this new philosophy. It's so much easier than worrying about shit. I have to keep reminding myself, "oh, right, I forgot I don't have to worry about this shit, because I'm letting shit be what it is".

AND WHAT'S EVEN BETTER IS knowing that whatever the shit is, I'm not going to label it good or bad. It just is. I just accept the shit. Not only am I trying to accept the shit, but to be grateful for the shit. Daz right, GRATEFUL! Don't be hatin' on me yo.

Just today some shit happened and I had to remind myself (several times), that the shits okay! I don't need to worry that we need to spend blank amount of money doing this shit for the house. I don't need to worry that we're shit minutes late for our writer's group. I don't need to worry that I parked in a shit spot now I have to pay a shit fine.

SHITS ALL OKAY YO! CAN'T YA JUST SMELL THE JOY IN IT??

Working On not Working Is Working

I've been working on not working and it's working. What I mean to say is I've decided not to take action unless I feel INSPIRED to.

I write. Sometimes I don't feel like writing. I would feel bad. I used to force myself to write. Now I wait to feel inspired to write. I feel good. I'm writing more now than I ever did before. When I want to write, but don't feel inspired to write, I go to a coffee shop, because there, I always feel inspired to write. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the 'vibe', but it usually works.

I suppose what I'm doing now that I didn't do before this project was, I struggled. I don't struggle now. Sometimes, my old instincts rear their ugly head and say things like, "you should be working HARDER, you should be doing MORE. If there isn't pain involved, be it psychic or physical, then you aren't DOING enough!"

Then I remind myself that since I quit my shit job and started The Year Of Living blah, blah, blah, I've created MORE and done MORE and felt HAPPIER than I have in a really, really long time.

I'm gonna keep working on not working.

Closets, Wolves, Princesses & Rent, A Fairy Tale.

My Law Of Attraction Mettle has really been tested lately.

So we are buying the Lynn St. house(s) (there are two on a lot). It's been a long process from offer to actual purchase. The money is now in Escrow and we can start pissing off our new neighbors as soon as Thursday afternoon.

I'm just gonna say this, buying a property from a bank isn't for the faint of heart. There are permits that have to be checked and re-checked, then checked again because the inspector of Health and Safety says that this part of the house was an illegal addition. BUT then this other inspector over from some other part of the City in a totally different part of town says that one part of the addition is okay but the other part isn't and that we need to go to ANOTHER part of town  to find out from this OTHER inspector to see what THEY think of whatever it is we're discussing and unfortunately THAT inspector is out having shoulder surgery.

All that and not to mention the ever present phone calls about "somethings wrong with the foundation" OR "The current tenants lease is wrong and you might owe them a lot of money", etc, etc. It got to the point that every time the phone rang we held our breath.

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING! "Hey Perk, didn't you take that as a sign?" and I say, "YES I DID!" a sign that I shouldn't worry about ANY of it. And I am thrilled, nay proud to announce that I didn't. Worry that is.

Each call about this issue or that issue would come in. I'd watch my husband freak out, but I stayed calm. I kept thinking, "everything is working out for me, whether I know it or not and my ONLY job is to stay calm, joyful and not worry".  Yes, I did the necessary actions that needed to be done to remedy whatever issue was at hand. But I did each action happily and trusted that in the end, no matter what the outcome, everything is working out for me (us). Can I just tell you? It has, boy and how. We did the final walk-thru today.

Please indulge me, I'm going to share one specific situation which is my evidence that LOA is at work. Mind you, there are many instances where this kind of thing happened, but this is my favorite.

The Walk-in Closet Story
     There once was a lovely walk-in closet, his name was Christopher, Christopher Walk-in. Christopher was     a happy, dutiful closet. Throughout the years he had care of many precious items for varied tenants of the one-bedroom cottage he lived in.  Proud was Christopher, because he was the only closet in all the house, this fact made him extra special.

    One day a big bad wolf inspector came in and told the soon to be new owners of the cottage, by the way,  it should be mentioned  that the new owners are a very handsome Prince and his Beautiful, wise, kind, not at all stuck up, Princess.  Anyway, so the Prince and the Princess were told by the inspector wolf that they would have to blow little Christopher Walk-in down because he was illegal.  "Ill egal" Christopher sounded out the foreign word, "what does illegal mean"? he asked the Prince and the Princess. "It means that you were born after the cottage was built and therefore the footprint of the house was altered without the city's permission and now the city is telling us that you are a bastard closet and need to go live with the other illegal bastard closets in the sky".

     Christopher was dumbstruck. He didn't know what to say. All his cupboard friends tried to comfort him,  to no avail. Finally the Princess, being the kind gentle, loving, gentle, kind, pretty, pretty and kind, gentle person she was, said to him, "Little Christopher, don't worry your pretty little interior light about anything, I will make everything okay". "How?", asked Christopher, "I'll use my magic", said the Princess. "Magic?" he queried. "Yes, magic" said she. "There is no such thing as magic" pressed Christopher, "Shut up! Do you want me to save you or WHAT, sheesh, can't anyone just trust a gal?", shouted the Princess for she was getting this kind of flack from others whenever she would tell them not to worry.

     The Princess, true to her word, decided that she loved the closet and that without the closet, the house would suck and no one would want to rent it and dammit they needed that rent! She concluded, that the wolf inspectors were full of wolf-crap and what the heck do they know  anyhow? She kept thinking, "the closet will stay, I know it will", she said this until it became a true knowing.

    One day the pretty, pretty Princess made the mistake of telling the Prince and their Realtor that she had a feeling the closet was not going to have to be murdered. They both jumped down her throat, "yes it will! The inspector said it! You can't vibrate your way into this one Julie, blah, blah, blah". Afterwards the wise Princess learned to shut her yap when it came to her special powers.

     One day (today in fact)The Prince and Princess got a call saying that the measurements of the closet were wrong and that Christopher Walk-in was in fact not illegal and would be allowed to live. And so the Princess said that everyone who didn't have faith in her ability to attract what she wants can suck it and they all lived happily ever after, the end.

   

How Can You Make Yourself Happy Today?

My lovely friend Yael, who, by the way, was an inspiration to me in deciding to quit my job, gave me a tool in staying joyful. When she awakes in the morning, she asks herself, "How can I make myself happy today?". What a lovely question to ask oneself.

I asked myself this question today and my first thought was, "I don't have time to make myself happy". Whoa. That immediate response surprised me. Me! The gal who is all about 'living joyously' (while reading that, please don a mocking tone). Then I thought, if my response to that question is, "I don't have time" then maybe others would  have a similar response. 

No time to make myself happy? P'shaw. What time does it take to listen to fun music while I clean? How much time does it take to light a candle to have on my desk while I write? How much time does it take to treat myself to the organic raspberries? What time does it take to masturbate? HA! Surprised you with that one, didn't I? (15 min.'s is the answer by the way).

The point is, there are many simple ways we can make ourselves feel a little happier. I would love if you would share some with me.

Developing New Instincts & My Balls Are Still Dropping

I've been 'dropping the ball' lately and this is a GOOD thing.

'Dropping The Ball' is my astoundingly clever analogy for  describing how quitting my job was an act of me letting go of my resistance.

The JOB was the BALL and HOLDING onto the ball was my RESISTANCE. When I let the 'ball' go, it ALLOWED The Law Of Gravity to work it's magic. So, the Law Of Gravity is just like The Law Of Attraction- ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS RIDICULOUSLY, CONVOLUTED METAPHOR? I know, this makes no sense whatsoever.

Okay, just know that the BALL= JOB and  HOLDING = RESISTANCE and DROPPING = ALLOWING.

So now I have no balls. WAIT, WHAT?!  No, so now I have no ball/job and that is a good thing, unless I want to play basketball or some game requiring a ball then I'm kinda screwed, but I digress...

It's all about ALLOWING. Letting go of our resistance and allowing what we want to come into our lives. I've been working on doing this consistently since I started the Year Of Living Joyously Experiment and it seems to be working.

Lately, I've been getting unsolicited phone calls for acting jobs (I worked with an amazing director yesterday) and I've had two agents contact me. Understand, that these were all unsolicited. I mean, I didn't have to do anything. Rather, I didn't have to do any physical actions to make these opportunities arise.*

All I did was put the thoughts, "I want acting jobs" and "I want an agent" out there and trust that the Manager (LOA) was working on it. I guess the only 'work' I had to do was (& is) to keep my vibrations high, which means, stop worrying, look for things to appreciate and feel abundant. Basically ALLOW the things I want to come to me.

UPDATE
At the very beginning of this project, Chip (my husband) and I had seen this one house that we really loved but it was $150,000 more than we thought we could afford, let's call the the Finch House. Then (you may recall) after a week the Finch House dropped $80,000. Closer to what we wanted, but still too high. But I didn't let that knowledge deter me, I trusted the MANAGER and didn't think too much more about it, except when I would have fun imagining the parties we'd have, etc.

THEN we were made aware of another property (we'll call this the Lynn House), that is even MORE what we are looking for. We made and offer on the Lynn House and it was accepted. At the moment we are still in the process of negotiations.

Okay, so back to the the Finch House. Yesterday we received an email saying the owner of said Finch House is desperate and will accept ANY offer. We could probably name our own price. When we first saw Finch, we could never have envisioned how the whole thing would play out.

Before I began the YOLJ project, my old instinct would be to think, "we could never afford this".  But the NEW me is developing NEW instincts and thinks, "I love this house and we could live in it if we want to and I'm not gonna worry how it may happen".

Now we CAN live in that house, the question is, do we still WANT to.

I have to admit that lately I'm feeling so confident in how the Universe works that I want to see if I can vibrate my way into an even BETTER place. The Lynn House is a better place, but who knows, maybe an even more fabulous place will come up.

I just want to 'be' and 'allow' and have fun watching the manifestations come. And in the meantime I'm gonna keep dropping my balls!

* When and If I do, do any physical actions, I wait for an inspiration to do so, therefore it's fun and pleasing, not doesn't feel like work.

The Thought Police & Go General

Is the Universe a type of Thought Police? No, but it feels like it.

There is a noise, at first, faint in the distance, it could be the whine of an alley cat, but it soon  becomes louder thus establishing itself as a siren of sorts. Suddenly blasts of red light cut through the windows, illuminating the dark room in brief splashes of crimson. Where to hide? In an instant, the door bursts open, several dark figures dressed in riot gear fill the space. "Hey!" I think. "They didn't even wipe their feet and THAT is just not cool!" A gloved hand reaches into my hiding place, grabbing a hold of my left platform sandal, it comes free from my foot. I hear the intruders laugh, "what is this?". Now I'm angry. No one makes fun of my platform sandals. Emerging from under the sofa, I scream"THEY MAKE ME LOOK LONGER OF LEG, WHILE NOT HURTING MY BUNION!"  The 'team' laughs harder. "Longer of leg" say's one disdainfully and then spits. "Who ARE you?" I manage to squeak out. "We are the LOA Thought Police", they speak in unison. "We constantly monitor what you are thinking  and we detected a negative thought, change it OR ELSE!".

Knowing how the Universe works, that I create my own reality by what I think and how I feel, can be a burden of sorts.

When one is having difficulty thinking positive thoughts, Abraham tells us through Esther Hicks* To GO GENERAL. To Go General means, if you are thinking thoughts that are negative or you're in a space of non-allowing, think instead, general, non-specific thoughts like, "Oh isn't that a nice comb-over on that old man" or "Wow I just farted and no one seemed to notice" or "My farts smell like flowers, flowers made of farts". Stuff like that.

So if you're feeling like you are being watched by the Thought Police, Go General.

*If you are curious who Abraham is, you can Google it.