Thou Shalt Not Have False Gratefulness

I'm not ready to set aside my most recent thoughts jotted down about locating enough space to respect "Gratefulness" A kick may have been put into play on an open field of modernisms but in watching people; their reaction toward better understanding true "Gratefulness" resembles an out of tune cover song featured on America's Got Talent. The highly touted Oprah Winfrey book The Secret has a sequel: The Magic. Like most continuations reader's are quickly reintroduced to the origin then set free to examine other areas of Life Coaching. Not in The Magic. Making this journey unique is a constant flow of keeping reader's in touch with who, what, why, where how "Gratefulness" fits into a confused, oversaturated, overwhelmed, overworked life and style that's pretty much left this generation not numb but dead in the waters of wanting to further the distance of their existence. Now more than ever the term Brainwashing is evident inside every business, church and vacation escape. It's become an hourly mission to seize control nothingness. Radio stations are flooded with commercials bragging of how you can make money while staying at home. I'm set to record the vocals for a commercial geared toward getting free cell phone service but the pyramid project points you toward having to set up three others weak enough to buy into the idea. What about all these male testosterone commercials claiming to boost a Dude's love for life? I actually had a client tell me, "I think it's some sort of new speed." Does Career Builder's have a job for you or does signing up clear the way for your IP address to be sold to the highest bidder? How does "Gratefulness" fit into this? Being aware of your present is the biggest gift under the Christmas tree. The Magic shares a simple task where you're invited to put a rock in your pocket, next to the bed or in the bathroom near your tooth brush. Make it visible to your path. For 26 days hold it in the way of opening your mind's eye or soul to all things you're "Grateful" for. An after work stroll into a Harris Teeter store leads to being introduced to a new unheard of fruit. Because the Produce Manager took the time to slice into it your hunger for growing forward was fed by a sliver of natures treats. Just the other day I was given a different point of view on how to live out the word "Fearless..." It's ok to fear less but to be fearless means you've gained so much confidence that the thought of pushing your way toward a better job, new house, car or better beans to put in your summertime chili has completely closed you down. Do you fear less or are you fearless? Inside the world of Native American studies a rock is looked upon as being one of the greatest journeymen of all time. The strength of a rock offers constant protection. It's endured heavy torrential storms, laughs at badly shaped winds and takes on heat by way of capturing it for other animals to cuddle up to it after the sun has run out of air. Making friends with a rock for 26 days is an extreme positive. By identifying the small things you're truly "Grateful" for a magnetic force surrounds the avenues with reasons to become attracted to you. Great things and events are pulled toward you. But remember true "Gratefulness" cannot grow unless you're willing to share it. That doesn't mean, "My boss gave me a compliment now I have to race out and do the same for another." I'm so tired of the false faces of business! The first thing out of my lips after a compliment is, "What do you want?" "Gratefulness" is learning Duke Power overcharged you and sent fifty bucks back to you. Instead of slamming it into your bank account or donating it to Best Buy...you over tip a waitress barely making $2.15 an hour. You slide an extra ten into the plate at church. You buy ice cream for the neighborhood. I recently met a punk ass kid at a National talent search contest that seemed bright enough to handle a writing challenge, "I'm working on a song that needs some street smart rap in it. Can you handle it?" There was so much light shooting from his eyes I felt like Luke Skywalker when he blew up the Death Star. No moment passes that I'm not "Grateful" of my addiction to writing then spinning it to fit into a piece of music. Although the journey to record it like a real Rock Star has been the absolute most horrid experience of my life where friends turn into liars...that hasn't stopped me from noticing a kid holding onto the very energies of writing music I've been whistling this entire life. "Gratefulness" is a subject that resembles an envelope connected to Windows Explorer; click it once and an eternity of reasons what it means and can do for you unwraps like a set of dominoes that took nearly a month to set up not realizing it takes just a little movement to ignite the core of your soul into believing, "Wow! That was awesome!" I will always believe in you first... arroe.net