Who couldn’t use some kind and encouraging words, right? All the better if they’re delivered to you by none other than The Universe. Not MISS Universe–No offense to Miss Angola, Leila Lopes. I’m sure she’d make a terrific pen pal and all, but I’m talking about THE UNIVERSE (imagine my saying that out loud in a booming voice for full effect)!
[Sidebar: One of our favorite summertime activities as tweens and teens was performing our own version of the Miss Universe pageant in my friend's swimming pool. We'd dunk our heads in the shallow end of the pool so our hair was all pulled in one direction. Then we'd shape it into a ridonkulous 'do and ascend the steps as elegantly as swans while announcing the country from which we came. I could often be found sashaying down the catwalk as Miss Venezuela while sharing my thoughts on world peace and Pudding Pops before gracefully diving into the pool. This is where my mind goes anytime I hear of or see anything related to Miss Universe.]
Anyway, where was I?
Oh! THE UNIVERSE! (You must yell this each time you say it, even though it may very well turn out that it’s just a little man behind a curtain who’s making his veiny head and voice seem much larger than life)
I was reading one of my favorite local newspaper columns not too long ago over my morning cereal, and she mentioned how she’d signed up to receive emails from THE UNIVERSE! She went on to explain that it’s really a guy named Mike Dooley sending this unique thoughts. He’s not really hiding behind that curtain, Toto. He admits to holding the pen (or tapping on the keyboard as it were).
If you go here and read his bio, you’ll also see he was one of the people featured on The Secret (I’m whispering that mysteriously).
His trademarked tagline is “Thoughts become things… choose the good ones!”
Here are some samples of what I’ve found awaiting me each day:
Whatever you’re going to do today, Wombat, please, do it to the best of your ability. As if it was all that mattered; as if it was all you had; and as if your very happiness depended upon it. Because these are among the very truths you came here to learn.
Me? Concerned, Wombat? Let’s see, at the moment, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Whenever the going has gotten tough, you’ve always bounced back even higher than you were before. And, somehow, you keep getting even better looking.
But you are a dear for thinking of me.
What if everything that’s happened so far, Wombat, was just practice for when things get really, really good?
Really, really soon -
Of course, you can’t control other people, Wombat. Not even a little; not a smidge. Every man and woman is their own sailing vessel powered by their own thoughts, emotions, and imagination. You can’t improve their smile, nor even add to their woes, unless, at some level, they let you.
So, does that pretty much clear up the effect others can have on you?
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