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I AM a Writer

November 17th 2009 in Magic, Sense of Self & Perspective

You can have and be anything you desire.   This is a law of the universe.  Yet… there is more to positive psychology.  It’s not just picking through the catalog of the cosmos.  It’s acting like the universe is already YOURS.

Instead of saying, “I want to be…,” it will now be, “I am.

What it comes down to… is that I already am a writer.  I write, often compulsively, as frequently as I am able.  Almost as frequently as I wish.   For some reason, I had believed that in order to be a writer, I would need be paid for writing.  The fact is that very few writers are actually paid for their work.  That doesn’t detract from who I am as a writer… instead, it only helps define my role– and merely adds to the equation “a little less cash than I could be making.”

As soon as I changed my perspective, I began to observe a shift in my awareness.  Now that I *am* a writer, I am simply working towards the next stop in my path.  I am a train that winds through the tunnels and tracks in this present moment, picking up passengers, dropping them off, making my routes in a propitious manner.  I am exploring all of the secret and hidden drives because I’m consciously and intentionally traveling along this path, and I recognize that the options are endless.

In shifting my perspective, I have begun writing outlines.  Scribbling associated concepts down on a paper.  I’ve begun to ask myself, “What genre am I good at writing? What expertise do I have to share with the world?”

Suddenly, there is an outpouring of words.   Key words, key phrases that help me organize my thoughts.  To give my work a pattern– which is ultimately a value.

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Amber/Lotus

Silly rabbit. You shoulda asked me, I would’ve told you that you’re a writer. And a damn good one, at that. :)




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My parents paid for me to go to a private, Lutheran high school. While I got an extraordinary education, I don’t know if I envision these kids going there– unless that’s where they want to go (and we have the money for it).

If given the chance, it’s doubtful that I would change a single thing about my childhood. What I learned from the mistakes of my family, and from the guidance of those grown ups who cared about me is invaluable. What I learned from the church was priceless, too. While it’s not what I believe now, it was appropriate for where I was at while I experienced it.

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Don’t Bite the Hand, Princess.

I’m not entirely certain why I allow myself to feel this way when I speak with you.

Not even sure that I could explain precisely how I feel.

I am constantly overly-friendly to you. I am sweet and always helpful. I don’t ask you to do much for me– even though it is your job to help me in some–many– situations.

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