Do we really create our lives? Is this an offer from the Universe that would be really stupid to refuse?
Here’s a choice for me. Which would I rather do? —
- Consign myself with 100% certainty to making peace with a world that’s metaphorically going to Hell, and to doing the best with what I can grab that’s still around? Or …
- Gamble that this little niggling inner sense I keep having isn’t lying to me, and that I, as an individual, have the power to make my life literally better than I can imagine?
(And, no, I’m not going to answer, “I’ll take door number three, Monty.”)
I know what my father would do. He might make noises like he would choose Door Number Two, but his actions would reflect Door Number One.
And until a couple of days ago, like father, like son.
Motivational Statements from the Edge
Why am I even thinking about this?
A friend of mine, Pamela Wilson, is a speaker/facilitator, coach, contributed to a published collection of motivational stories, and is very close to completing her first solo book. She’s one of these people we run into in our lives that reminds us by their very existence that there’s Something More, not by what she teaches necessarily, but by what she is.
We had a conversation a few days ago, and she recently posted an article, “Universe in Motion,” that captures on the blog portion of her site my take away of the discussion:
So I went back to the drawing board. Yes, the coach got a coach. Who laughed at/with me because my imagination failed. He asked that ever-popular question, “If time and money were not an object, what would you want to do with your life?”