Before I achieved my success I had to hit rock bottom; emotionally, physically and financially. It’s a long boring story and I am no longer attached to telling it, but for the sake of setting up this article you need to know I was VERY low. Very low as in living off of credit cards, completely without income, and dealing physically with some very serious health concerns. When I say I was low I was LOW.
How many projects do you have open? Ever begin a new one while there was still sooo much left to do on the others? Because you had to, right? If you’re anything like me, you have multiple projects going at one time, most of them somewhere just below or above the halfway mark of getting done. They’re sitting there, lounging about in various stages of undress, thumbing their noses at you and beckoning the rest of the world to have a looksee at how disorganized you are….
…Or is that only me?
“The world is but a canvas to the imagination.” – Henry David Thoreau
I am a voracious reader; I come by it genetically and by inclination. My favorite genres focus on transformation, spirituality, sexuality, sci-fi, relationships, and the lyrically (and sometimes quirkily) poetic. A few years ago I picked up a book that contained all of the above. Within short order, this travelogue of the heart that took the writer on a one year journey to Italy, India, and Indonesia became a worldwide best seller. Eat, Pray, Love was penned by author Elizabeth Gilbert. Immediately attracted to the familiar, conversational style with which she draws the reader, I felt as if I was being carried along for the ride without need for passport or inoculation.
I woke up this morning and took a long breezy ride on my new Schwinn bike. This experience stirred up many gratitude memories – the bargain price, finding it in stock, right in my home town, how pretty it is (even though it is white and purple, not indigo), the discounts I nabbed on the accessories, a new option for transportation, and the pleasant exercise challenge cycling offers. Every time I pass my bike in the garage, I can’t help but smile and feel all happy inside.