Any day might be my heyday
This morning flew by unnoticed, whirled and swirled in a continuous state of joy and an energy I couldn’t contain.
I felt aligned, everything was working out, and the eggs this morning were absolutely perfect. Soft but not gooey, salted just a bit, the texture crisp and soft at the same time.
The gym was fire, I killed those glutes with my 8kg dumbbells.
After around 11 AM, I open my laptop with the intention of editing something due since yesterday evening, and publish one of my articles. I look at the calendar on my phone, just a quick glance to confirm my appointment was at 1 PM. It wasn’t. It was at 11 AM and it was 11:39 AM. I jumped, called my hairdresser, and immediately called an Uber.
I was terrified of missing that appointment, because I had an event on Sunday. My brain’s usual shenanigans are old news to me now. I live in hope I’ll discover some type of supplement that will cure my handicap for remembering hours and numbers. EVEN when they’re written in the calendar. EVEN with reminders. I could literally hit dismiss on an alarm because I’m thinking about how faith and doubt live together or about the campaign I’m working on (a rabbit and a fox? I just landed on what could be a big idea. You’ll know later on).
I’m terrible at remembering mundane stuff. And frankly, I don’t get people who remember everything.
Have you ever noticed how if you ask them how their vacation was, for example, they just rumble about their schedules? ‘At 9, we woke up and went to our breakfast reservation. Then beach, walk, lunch, until about 4:30, then home, change of clothes, shower, relax a bit before getting ready for dinner.’
Oh god, were you on a vacation or on a work trip?
Anyway, these people remember everything, and they never cease to surprise and shock me.
“Our faith is a living thing precisely because it walks hand in hand with doubt”
What a great phrase. I read about it on another Substack just a few minutes ago, and I’ve made a note for this phrase to catch an article out of it later on.
The thing is, I have hours to spend, so I’m writing it now, as my hair dyes and pinches my scalp.
The lack of faith is basically the lack of doubt. So simple and yet my mind stopped when I heard it.
I couldn’t be ‘doubtless’ or faithless. My constant doubts are working for me. I am a person who believes in the power of the universe and that everyone is made of energy, as is the supreme creator of this world. In whichever form you choose to believe, the creator of the world is. At the same time, I’m working for what I want to do with my life. I have the power, and the doubts work for me. Bringing in faith, and oh, I remember even as a little girl, I considered myself the luckiest girl on the planet.
And I felt it happening too, long before I knew about manifesting, frequencies, crystals, and all.
Do you feel lucky?
If I were to tell someone one thing only, I would tell them that. Work on feeling and being that. Become your luck. Become your vision.
I also heard Mathew McConaughey in the Diary of a CEO saying something along the lines: To limit yourself is to find your style.
How true is that?
I find myself being my utmost creative self when I don’t have so many resources. When the budget is tight and we can’t stretch on all the media. I have to pick 2 at best. So cool.
I say this because although I started dabbling with copywriting years ago, I only truly grasped it this year. You know, jobs came, where I became complacent, where I was doing bad marketing, and bad writing because I had no choice. My portfolio was nonexistent, and that’s when I decided to push the needle and swing for the fences. Take a risk and give my skills a real shot.
And I also say this because at the moment, that’s exactly what I’m doing – finding my style, and if I had all the resources available, I wouldn’t know whether to start.
Resistance is good; it stretches the band, and then it pushes you right back. Then you stretch it some more until it becomes bigger.
And now you have a bigger space to work with, and you can go 5 steps ahead instead of 1, and it’s becoming easier to stay there. The band is not so hard. And if you want to take it up a notch, you push again for the next steps, and it becomes harder again, but it doesn’t push you right back where you were. It just pushes you back a few steps, somewhere in the middle.
And you go on, until your elastic band is exactly how you want it to be.
Another thing I’ve heard today made my day as well.
The sweetest lady of a glorious age of 105 years old told a million viewers on YouTube that you should treat others as you would like to be treated. If she were to resume life to one advice.
Also, she loved people. And people loved her back.
p.s. This article was originally published on my Substack
Catch you later
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