I am a crazy person
If you could hear what goes on in my head, and sometimes you can cause I say it out loud to help me focus, you would think I was crazy.
I felt frustrated, discouraged, overwhelmed and hopeless. Thoughts rushed though my head, not happy ones! And they were getting more and more negative. They were extrapolating into other subjects.
Was time to turn that ship around! So I start picking other thoughts. I talk myself down off the negatively ledge. I get angry. That’s feels a bit better. I get annoyed. That feels a bit better than angry. I get pessimistic. That feels a bit better.
Now that I am there, more neutral thoughts are able to creep in. I feel a bit calmer. More accepting. I cry a little as the resistance releases. Now that I am a bit more clear headed, I physically get up and change location. I decide to drop letting the situation be a reason to not feel good. I decide I will not let a change of ‘plans’ or my child or my unhelpful beliefs be an EXCUSE for not being who I really am..
I read some uplifting posts. I speak out loud to myself, choosing which feels better out of two similar thoughts. I feel good now. Calm. Content. Relaxed. Happy. I snap a pic so I can share the crazy (and the cute double baby chin) and write a post because I am now feeling all inspired and productive.
From crap to BACK on track. From anger to tears to calm to happy.
Within 10 minutes.
A roller coaster ride. One that’s mostly fun. One that is thrilling.
Which is the point of a rollercoaster right? To be fun and thrilling. Exciting and enlivening.
MOST people would think that’s crazy to notice and feel and change your emotional state like that.
MOST find it WEIRD, the idea of doing the deliberate work of choosing your thoughts, therefore choosing your vibrational state and therefore choosing what you attract and how your life unfolds.
And MOST people aren’t all that happy.
So I choose to be crazy.
I choose to be weird
I choose to be happy.