When you ask a child what they want to be when they grow up, you can get a wide variety of answers. I remember my own son saying as a preschooler that he wanted to be a fire truck. I didn’t correct him. I let him create that image in his own mind as if it was attainable. Well, as you might expect, he didn’t grow up to be a fire truck or even a fire fighter. But that’s not really the point.
Love this quote. And Einstein would know. How else could he have envisioned all that he did in his life? He’s a great example of someone who was aligned with his source and lived as a joyful authentic human. So today’s blog is about becoming the quintessential optimist who expects miracles. You see, with the Law of Attraction at work, what you intend and expect has to materialize. Providing of course you don’t get in your own way with limiting beliefs and doubts that will counter-act your intention. Do as Einstein did. Expect eventual success – the miracle. Try. Try again and again with alternate approaches if necessary, until the magic happens, which he believed would always come. It’s that optimistic belief that fuelled his passionate work.
In a great article published on WebMD, the author asks: “Are you an excessive worrier? Perhaps you unconsciously think that if you "worry enough," you can prevent bad things from happening. But the fact is, worrying can affect the body in ways that may surprise you. When worrying becomes excessive, it can lead to feelings of high anxiety and even cause you to be physically ill.”
I heard Wayne Dyer say that quote once – not sure if he originated it or if someone else coined the phrase but it has always stuck with me. The point is, no one knows everything therefore why would we want to set limitations on our thinking and our eventual outcomes. Sometimes people say to themselves, “Well I’m just being realistic.”
If you recall in the feature article from this month’s newsletter, I was told I was too much of a Pollyanna when I was younger. And for a while I listened – thinking they must have known best. But once I decided to see being referred to as a Pollyanna not as an insult but as admiration, then I resumed being my authentic self, trying as best I could to be in a state of happy joy more often than not. And it has served me well.