Trying to Stay Balanced

Here’s the thing.

The Law of Attraction people say that if I think positive things and hang out with positive people and do positive things than positive stuff will be attracted to me.

Sounds pretty nifty, huh?

Smaller rocks balancing on top of other rocks.How’s this (and this is for real)? I was at a week long conference with Jack Canfield a couple of years ago and he likened the positive thoughts or the affirmations or visualizations to sending out a purchase order into the Universe.  Now, I’m sure he was just using this as an illustration for some larger point but what I heard was this:

If you want something to appear in your life, visualize and affirm it and the Universe will take care of the rest.

Of course this was a week long thing so there was more to it.  The “right way” to visualize and affirm and all that kind of stuff. I was really hoping for the best.

Instead I’m no further ahead than I was two years ago.

I’m told it’s because I don’t hang out with the right people (you are the sum total of the five people you associate with the most) or because I don’t take action when i need to or any number of other reasons.

Maybe so.

It’s just that, for some reason, I cannot get out of this fucking rut.

I don’t have a “passion” for doing something.  I obviously don’t like what I’m doing to make money so the personal development and abundance GooRoos will tell me that I’ll never get out of the rut.  I have to do what I love, you see.  Whatever that is.

What really kills me is that just when I start thinking that I’m getting out of the rut, getting out of the quagmire of debt and general listlessness, something happens to kill the momentum.

That’s right.

Just when I think, “Ahhh. I’m starting to feel better about things. Life is taking a turn for the better. Yay!”, something comes along and BAM! the big setback. It’s pretty frustrating, let me tell you.

I should be grateful and thankful for what I have.  People younger than me are dead and have left behind families because of war and illness.  People I know or know of get desperately ill and then die.  In comparison, my life is a bed of roses and a bowl of cherries.

On the other hand, the personal development GooRoos are always saying not to compare.  ”Don’t compare your insides to someone else’s outsides.”  or words t that effect.  The idea here is that everyone is different.  Yeah, they may be rich and famous but they can’t keep a relationship for more than 2 years…or they have no family life…or their health is bad…or they work 24/7.

I’m really trying to find that balance between striving for something which may never come and being satisfied with what I have.

It’s not as easy as it sounds.

 

 

Feeling UnFULLfilled

Many years ago, Geneen Roth wrote a book called When Food Is Love: Exploring the Relationship Between Eating and Intimacy.

This book explored the link between the longing for love and its substitute, food.

I actually read it when it first came out and it spoke to something inside me that I had never heard before.  To be sure, all (or, at least most) of the books Geneen Roth writes are targeted to women.  It is women who suffer the most from poor body image that leads to anorexia and bulimia. Still, I could relate to the “absent” parents and the constant craving for affirmation and approval that lead me down the road to over eating and weight gain.

This brings me to current issues with my j-o-b and my life, in general.

There are times that I feel quite satisfied with myself and with what I’m doing.  Other times, I wonder if it’s even worth it.  Work hard, get screwed. The lazy and unethical are rewarded and the people who try to do what’s right end up at the end of the line. I’m told life isn’t fair and I shouldn’t expect fairness.

Yet, I do expect some “breaks” and some feeling of fulfillment - full…fill…ment. Yet, when things go wrong in spite of my best intentions and hard work I feel despondent and empty.  It’s an emptiness I try to fill with food.  Not fruits and vegetables. Candy, cookies, and all the rest of the “sweetness” of life that seems missing.

 

Day 15