RPM's Intuition Report for YOU
Date: Friday, July 25th, 2008
Dearest *Insert your name here*:
You have a problem. Maybe it's not a problem, maybe it's more like a recurring issue. A little thorn in your side that bites you from time to time.
Whatever it is. It is there. And it has been there for awhile.
Deep within you, you have a belief about this problem/issue/thorn. Even when you flail about pretending you have no earthly clue what's going on, what you should do or which way you should turn...you know subconsciously that you have a belief. The problem is deciding whether or not you're going to trust it.
And by the way I do not mean the belief that your feet are too big, or your face too round or your capacity to learn or be is limited by a shortchanged brain or the belief that you're so odd or whatever that no one could possibly ever be enthralled with the amazingness of you. Those aren't beliefs, at least they shouldn't be. Those are tiny minefields you plant for yourself to distract you from your truest beliefs. Step out of the minefield for a minute, wave a magic wand to disarm them all, and start again without the eeyore complex.
Don't be so hard on yourself. Embracing or accepting what you believe in a society that constantly wants to impress you with how much more insight it has than you can be an extremely difficult task. But take into consideration the fact that you are the ONLY subject matter expert on you.
Your task today is to avoid wandering around from advisor to advisor looking for them to bless or blast your belief. Avoid putting yourself in the position of having your beliefs given to you by someone else. Shut down the mental mindfield. Instead...ask yourself this question...
Why am I so unwilling to believe in this belief? Is it because I am afraid of being incorrect? Am I afraid I will be rejected by those I love and who love me? Do I trust others more than I trust myself? And if so, when exactly did that happen?
Finally, if I chose to move in opposition to this belief - will I find more peace...or less? And then...
Believe it, or not.
I am a farmer who raise ducks and cows. The animals have a total of 9 heads and 26 feet. How many ducks and cows do I have?
Submitted by The BlueTie.
3 ducks, 4 1-headed cows and 1 2-headed cow
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What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by Maretta.
The obliviousness -- I very much lived in my own little world . . .
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Every now and then, it actually strikes me as odd how my much life has become one defined primarily by multitudes of overlapping rectangles containing an nearly infinite but ephemeral stream of tiny meandering thoughts sent seemingly from a universe away by my little square friends often to no one in particular and apropos of nothing.
And then I get back work...
Just me, my furry office mate and my tiny little square friends. What an ultramodern, fantastical and lonely little world we've made for ourselves.
If you want people to stop giving you unsolicited advice, stop behaving as if you need it.
I said that to myself recently after feeling like I was being handed another prescription for a social affliction I don't believe I'm infected with.
I complain a lot about feeling as if people are telling me what they think I should do all the time. It was only recently that I realized why perhaps this seems to happen so frequently. Perhaps it's because I've gotten way too comfortable with my own melancholia. In fact...knowing what I know, and trusting myself as I do...I'm beginning to feel a bit like I'm walking around in a suit I might have worn 100 pounds ago. I look ridiculous, but for some reason, I think it's more comfortable than the new suit I've been revealing layer by painstaking layer for the past three years or so.
My journey over time has been the voyage back to my true self. Uncloaking my beliefs and my wishes and wants and desires and marrying them to the notion that I can indeed create the reality I wish for myself. I can accomplish and complete whatever I choose. I get to pick my story. Problem is, in a world full of know it alls, it can be very easy to slip on the banana peel of someone else's experience. Especially as we age, we are eager to impart our supposed wisdom on the choices of others. Sometimes it's a pearl of wisdom that saves you in the nick of time. Othertimes its a big floppy neon yellow hat that is three sizes too big for your head. It just doesn't fit. The point is not to get too offended. People mean well more often than not.
The way I see it, I have a choice. I can either choose to embrace what I believe and get on with getting there...or I can sit with my back to the future crying over old hurts that I refuse to let scab and fall away. I can tell myself I have no idea what the hell I'm doing and I need someone else to tell me who/what/where I am complete with blueprints and ten step programs, or I can acknowledge that I am not lost. I am not unclear. I am not broken. I can swim like mad, or flail about acting as if I'm going to drown. Perhaps if I did more of the former and a little less of the latter, I'd stop wasting time.
Enough with the shenanigans. I've got somewhere to be. How I get there may not be the way you get there. But then again, your reality ain't necessarily mine. I'm good with that. Here's hoping you are, too.
July is national ice cream month! What's your favorite flavor?
Submitted by LittleWiseOne.
Chocolate of course :o)
