The Ultimate Success

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Hellow Awesome,

While going through a course called The Trailblazer this thought hit me—I want to write a course on Success.

This course, I thought, will be a tad bit different from the many that are out there. It will be on Believing you can do, be and have your heart’s desire.

That is live where you want, with whom you want, doing what you want.

 Isn’t that the Ultimate Success?

What’s the use of all those How-to books, courses, and workshops that are streaming past our vision on emails, ads, bookstores, and just about every place you look, if we don’t believe it is possible to live the life of our dreams.

For you who have been reading my blog know that in the last post I told of going on my own writer’s retreat in Hood River where I did write the course, I had been dreaming of. And I was so jazzed that I almost believed there would be a red truck sitting in my driveway when I got home—complete with registration in my name.

I said “almost,” for I didn’t really ask for it, it was an example.

Some “experts” say that one’s psychology is 80% of the battle in living the life we choose. If that’s true, then we better get busy clearing the path to our greatness.

Here I am talking about success, when I hear that people are more interested in #How to build a website, or #How to start a blog, or #How-to make money blogging than in any success-oriented material.

Whoops, I blew it.

I’m not offering information on how-to Blog, write, conduct seminars, get ten thousand followers, or build that gizmo you’ve dreamed of for so long.

I’m here to get a shovel and help you dig away the debris that is standing in your way, and then you can learn to blog, or make money, or whatever it is you want.

I began a website titled Without Chalk for I liked the idea of it, and I figured the people taking this course would be sincere, without chalk. But when I began writing the course it named itself, “Come On Baby Light My Fire.”

And as I consumed copious cups of coffee while writing it, the coffee seeped from my fingers onto the keyboard and forced me to name the modules Lattes. Number One through Six.

 

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Come on Baby Light My Fire is a journey into self-discovery. It is playing with the Universe, for I believe that once we begin, and believe, the universe conspires to help us.

Everybody wants to be successful. Yes, I mean everybody.

The sad thing is that along life’s pathway many of us forgot our dreams. If we do remember them, we don’t believe they will work, so we stop the effort necessary to achieve them. (Remember what plans we had as a six-year-old?)

It takes more than positive thinking to get things done. It takes action. The positive thinking will make it fun, and as you could see from my course, Believing is the most important component in achieving life’s dream. After that comes the action.

The great powers of the universe do not plant dreams into your heart and soul without also giving you a way to achieve them.

If you can dream it. You can do it.

Don’t argue with me. 

The world is a naysayer. If you tell your big fat dream to your family, friends, teachers, they most likely will tell you to be reasonable, and follow the prescribed route. Artists starve, they say. You’re not likely to be a painter. Those other folks can do it, you can’t. You don’t have the talent or the smarts. You need a job.

So, we hide those dreams away in some secret place and have fantasies about how life could be. And then we become disgruntled, depressed, and angry. We ask questions such as, “Why am I here? Is this all there is? How come some people can live their dreams while I end up in some no-end job?”

People need food, shelter, a mate, and one more component. They NEED to create.

And I don’t mean only the arts, for most of life, can be creative, cooking, yard work that can be called landscaping, day to day tasks, “Snap the job’s a game.”

Don’t we rush home from the “job” to do our “puttering?”

Maybe puttering is the job.

Imagine doing the thing you would do without pay, yet still get paid for it.

I think of the woman who liked to watch soap operas. Her creativity led her to create the TV Guide, where she could write brief plot recaps for those who missed one of their Soup episodes.

I don’t think the folks who believe the world is their oyster are depressed.

The six-module course, Come on Baby Light My Fire, will focus of re-wiring our brains so we can live the life we want, where we want, with whom we want, and doing what we want.

Isn’t that the Ultimate Success? 

Thank you for being with me all this while. You are my special “tribe.”

Have a Latte’ on me. (It isn’t available to the public.)

To read the Introduction, please click HERE.

Love,

Joyce

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A Story to Tell

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As I write this, I am sitting in a toasty Hotel room overlooking the Columbia River that is gray and forlorn looking this morning as it races toward the ocean.

I have a ground floor room with a sliding glass door leading out to a grassy strip that has a skim of snow on it, and beyond is the River. My view is because of Sweetpea my little dog. People with dogs get a ground floor and an exit outside to the grass. A nice dog-friendly hotel.

My daughter at home took four days off work so we could make this trip, as I am normally at home with my grandson. But today, I am here.

I have this room because we thought we were going to a memorial on Saturday in The Dalles, about 25 miles away.  I wanted a couple of days as a writing retreat, so I booked a room for Thursday and Friday and then for Saturday when my husband and eldest daughter would join me.

Severe weather warnings frightened people off for many were driving from a distance away, and so my brother postponed the memorial. My daughter opted out. My husband decided to reschedule our time in The Dalles—with his family. So, here I am.

Perfect.

Now I get four days instead of two.I’ve been asking for this—time to myself to write and read. Time alone with only my dog and myself to care for. I feel as though I am in a scene from the movie Mary Poppins where she interviewed with Mr. Banks for their job as a nanny while outside a North wind came and blew away the competition.

Remember nannies sailing through the air, skirts billowing, feet in the air, umbrellas turned inside out?

I spent the time writing and taking my own course Come On Baby Light My Fire. Then I heard that more people are interested in #How-to build a website, or #How-to blog, or #How-to make money blogging than are interested in Success oriented courses.

Whoops. I blew it.

My idea is that we want to be successful at whatever we decide to do, be it blogging or whatever. First, you have the idea, but if you don’t believe it’s possible what’s the use of it?

I wanted to plant a belief in the person reading my course that they would go out and rock the world–or at least have a damn good time of it.

As I watch the river, I see a little duck, tiny in that immense stream, paddling upstream. At first, I thought he/she (I can’t tell which), was staying in the same spot as the current flowed steadily past her little body.  Now, that’s a strong current and a big river while that duck is but a teeny little-feathered creature with only her internal insulation to protect her against the bracing cold. Soon she had moved across my view of her. I don’t know how she is managing, but clearly, something she or he, wants is upstream, and that little duck is determined to get there.

While I don’t want to be foolhardy in staying here instead of going home before bad weather breaks, this is too good to pass up.

If you hear that I was lost in a snow bank, know that I went out happy.

I made it home with a truck bed of snow–I told my Grandson I brought him a present, for he told me the other day he didn’t remember seeing snow. California and Hawaii will do that to a person. Coming home on Sunday, the road in the Columbia River Gorge was a bit of dicey from Cascade Locks to Multnomah Falls where snow on the road had been torn into chunks then frozen in place. The truck rattled over thaat frozen snow as though we were driving one of those lava-infested roads of Hawaii. The lady in front of me was going 20 miles per hour, but we made it through the bad area without either of us ending up in a snow bank.

The entrance from Portland into the Multnomah Falls parking lot was full, so I guess people drove from the West where they had little snow to the East where the storm hit–probably curious to see if the Falls had iced up.  Nope, still flowing.

By Gresham, right outside of Portland, the roads were clear. so I drove on into Portland to my favorite Elephants Deli and there saw the white peacocks. (Okay, they’re toys, stuffed, but cute as bugs ears.)

The peacock is my totem animal, and seeing one makes me feel that I am on the right track. When I saw one–a real live, gorgeous male peacock sitting on the fence outside our bedroom window shortly after we bought our present house, I came unglued yelling for the dog, “Sweetpea. Come look!”

I would never have thought I would see a live peacock in the sleepy little town of Junction City, Oregon.

That little bird in the picture below came in while I was outside, and drove the dog bananas, but all survived unharmed. I caught the bird once, took its picture, but he wiggled out of my hand before I could open the door. He made a bee-line to the area under the bed, where, because the bed was only two inches from the floor, he was safe from Sweetpea and the big monster–me.

Why is it that a bird will fly through a small opening into a room, but can’t find its way out of an open door?

One of the mysteries of life.

Finally, he found his way under the draperies again where I caught him.

Sweetpea had an adrenaline rush, the bird had an adrenaline rush, I had an adventure, and the bird had a story to tell when he got home.

 

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