PP#01:
A poem for any who begin new things…
A New Day
Hello young minds
Hello young hearts
It’s a new day
It’s a new start
Open your eyes
Show us your smile
May you wonder
All the while
Life is magic
Life is blessed
Start your morning
Now get dressed
Have a wondrous day
Thank you!
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Blessings to you all,
Matthew
DAY 23
P.S.
Day 22 of 30 Day Challenges
The blog series in which I am completing my challenge from 30dayblogchallenge.com!
As well as a self-made challenge inspired by Abraham Hicks in which I self-soothe myself through negative emotion.
At the end of this 30 day journey I intend to be more fully on my life’s path, “all systems go.”
All Systems Getting There…
The challenges continue and my progress is, well, progressing. Need to peptalk myself back up here…
First for the 30 Day Blog Challenge. Technically I am on their Day 14… uh, never mind, it’s a long story… which you can feel free to read about in my first dozen posts…
In any case the day’s challenge was to share my blog with friends and family. Wow, another long story, but my network has, um, shifted a bit in the last year or so. I am not pressed to share in that way at the moment.
Yet I am trusting that a new community will build around the writings in this blog. And that is what I am allowing myself to accept. That God will bring the readership here as needed. I have no doubt the interest this page will draw.
Don’t get me wrong, when it’s time to go haywire public with this thing, I will. We will all know when the time is right for that and there will be no stopping me or this blog. It will be known.
…and Getting There…
As to the twenty-second day of my 30 Day Self-Soothe Challenge, and as many days consecutively writing this blog, uh…
It has its up days and its down days, this challenge thing. I suppose the sentiment today was this: my emotions were getting low thinking about my money situation, or the lack I currently feel. That was making me doubt my ability to follow my passion, which is the writing. The two are intertwined.
It’s like I do and I don’t want to count on writing as a potential source of income. I do because that’d be awesome. I don’t because it can be scary to rest all my laurels on some unknown source of income through a means that most people would try to talk me out of.
So I have to keep talking myself back in.
See the thing is this, two things are possible here. The writing may very well make money, even be quite lucrative. Or I may keep writing and never see any money for it. Either of these scenarios could happen at this stage in the game. It’s all so new.
So self-soothe… ok…
keep on picking myself up… it’s ok… all in progress… brush off the dust… things will be alright… first, the work… keep on writing…
Now as I just wrote this I worked something out: my very fear about my writing providing a life for me could be a clue that it will.
I mean, it feels like the opposite end of the hope that writing truly can provide for my life. How could I feel so intensely about it if it were not important?
Maybe my life of knowing that I am a writer is for a reason: that I am meant to write. If I am meant to write, then God had better provide a way for me to do so. And that takes money. So I can keep writing and do what I am here to do. Money, God.
Thank you, God, for that clarity.
Ok, I hope you followed that one. A money and abundance self-soothe from low vibrations to higher ones. Got to get there one step at a time. Just like the toddler learning to walk.
Thank you for reading. Blessings to you.