Its a conspiracy theory. As soon as you take steps to improve yourself, the Universe perks up. Even if you just whisper that you want to improve yourself, the Universe perks up. In fact, if you want to get the Universe's attention, whisper.
That's what I always say.
The good side listens, of course. That's their job. But the dark side has the good side's phone lines tapped. I wouldn't be surprised if the dark side has got the whole stinkin' Universe bugged because I think they found out about my Dummy Boot Camp.
You guys didn't tell, did you?
The reason I'm wondering is because last night I was minding my own business--of making myself a better person--when I suddenly broke out into a full-blown fresh cold. Either that or I'm allergic to Utah again. (I so hope it's just a fresh cold because all the sneezing reminded me why I moved away from Utah in the first place, and then swore on a stack of Holy Shakespeare Readers never to return.)
Anyway, I haven't been sick all winter. ALL WINTER. Nothing. Nada. I just coasted along in my rut, as healthy as a horse. And then the minute I try to improve myself, BAM!
So this morning my alarm went off at the usual 5:30 a.m., but because of the fresh cold thingie, I thought I would just do my mediating in bed before getting up to finish the rest of my boot camp routine.
Apparently I still haven't quite gotten the hang of quieting the mind. Where is the balance? Focus, focus, focus, DUMMY! No, no, no, don't focus. Don't focus. DON'T FOCUS! Stop focusing. Just flow. Just be. Just . . .
That's when my mind got quiet. Way too quiet. When I don't hear from my mind for a while I know I better go check on it because it's probably in trouble.
The next thing I knew my daughter's alarm was going off and I was thinking, "Why would my friend, Sarah Lynn send me a Boa Constrictor when I live in Hawaii? Hawaii is a strict NO SNAKE state. And why would my daughter be getting up before six?"
But it was AFTER six! It was SIX THIRTY FIVE! And my son was late for weight training! And my mind was suddenly REALLY loud again. Almost as loud as his mouth.
So off we dashed to weight training. And then school. And then . . . and then . . . and then . . .
I messed up.
My boot camp.
Can you forgive me? I mean, I still did most of it, but instead of lengthening my day and getting me off on the right foot, it cut into my day and kept me one step behind.
Plus all day I kept wondering what I had missed? I bet I missed something good. Some message from the Universe. The good side of the Universe.
Yesterday I got an important message from the Universe after asking some very deep, important questions. About my identity. Lately I've been confused about who I am. Am I a soccer mom? Or a tennis mom? Or a basketball mom? Or a baseball mom? WHO AM I?
WHO. AM. I?
The Universe answered me right away, in a loud and clear manner.
DOES. IT. MATTER? THEY ALL DO THE SAME THING! They all spend hours in the car driving to and fro. And on the sidelines screaming GO FIGHT WIN! And at the table, writing check after check after check. After check. NEXT QUESTION, PALEASE!
It really helps to get clear on these things.
Now that I know who I am, I need to start figuring out what I stand for.