A Lovely Post For a Lovely Day

I’m thinking that I might be bipolar.  But I’m also a hypochondriac so I’m never 100% rational about any ailment or psychosis I think I have.  It’s like saying I’m paranoid, but maybe I’m just paranoid about being paranoid.  See what I mean?  I’m a nut job.

I feel bipolar because lately I’ve been getting astounded by everything.  Well, everything always astounds me, but now it’s different.  I feel aligned with the universe and I’m tumbling into the cosmos taking notes on everything I find.  And everything I find is beautiful and amazing. So am I bipolar?  Yes, undoubtedly I am.

I’m sitting in work waiting for my next client.  He might be a full paying client, but I’m not sure.  This week I had 7 full price paying clients.  2 of them come every week! 7 X 70 = shit tons!  And that’s not including tips or all the groupon people.  Life is awesome these days.

I signed myself up for Linkedin last night and became a member of a few massage therapist groups.  Many therapists on there can’t get clients, can’t retain them and are about ready to give up.  This is yet to be another thing that astounds me.  There are limitless ways to get clients and keep them!  I have about 50 idea’s to do it, but I’m so busy right now and comfortable with my income that I’m starting to slack off.

Within the next few days I plan on mailing out a newsletter to all my existing clients and writing up a memo to stuff into all my fellow tenants mail cubbies giving them a neighborly tenant discount.  By doing those two things alone, will bring me business.  And that’s just common sense marketing idea’s – there are more creative ways than that!

I strongly believe that people set themselves up for failure.  They are so miserable, carrying around baggage they can’t let go of, that it makes them karmaticaly (sp? word?) energized to fail.

I could not be any more happier than I am right now with my business.  And you should see it!  It’s just a small room without it’s own reception area or bathroom – just a plain room in an old, cold, creepy building!

But people keep coming back.  They love it.

I’m so happy these days, but in high demand.  I barely have any time for friends, and the little time that I do have is spent with Amy who has verified herself as a true and loyal buddy.  I forgot what it felt like to have one of those.  During the span of my life, I always had a best friend.  I don’t pick these people, they just topple into my life and I fall for them.

Dave was a best friend, but we linked together in the way of sensual activities that we both equally enjoyed.  He somehow knew my feelings better than most, but we are not ethically compatible.  He has different beliefs than I do.  It’s like being best friends with a girl who cheats on her husband with a married man – it’s hard to truly connect with someone like that.

But Amy not only likes the same sensual pleasures as me, her heart is golden as well.  I found her at a time in my life when I needed her.  Before I met her, I thought about all the times when I felt the love of a true friend, and so I wished it into existence.  I made it happen again.  Just like I did my business – I imagined what it would feel like being successful and happy, and wished it into existence.  This shit is furrealz yo.  Just have to keep your eye on the prize, plan, meditate and action.  Action is 90% of the game.

I feel like reading.  I want to hole myself up for a month and read all the awesomeness that’s ever been written.  I want to think, ponder and evaluate until I reach the limits of my thinking capacity, and then think some more.

In five months time I will be leaving for an extraordinary adventure, and once I come back, I’m buying a house.  My life is just starting to take shape.  And I’m the one who’s shaping it!  I’ve spent so many months being depressed, sad and drunk, that all this good stuff is totally new territory.  It’s always been here, I was just too downtrodden to see it.

Many of my clients are into real estate investment.  They buy houses and rent them out.  And those same people buying houses, some of them, not all, but some are looking to get rich quick.  These are the same people buying into pyramid scams.  The Mona Vie wine for instance (huge pyramid scam) has been offered to me several times by clients.  Same with selling electricity for some elusive lighting company, selling vitamins, makeup and the like – these are the people also buying real-estate.

That time I went to the real estate investment meeting and I was listening to Larry Goins make his sales pitch, half of the people there bought  it.  They were all suckers.  These people are down on their luck, looking for a quick miracle – there is no quick miracle.  Again, it seems like fear is driving them, not common sense.  Fear of not having enough, fear of dying broke and miserable having nothing.  It’s not cognizant.  It’s taking without giving.  These people will never gain the edge by being driven by fear and greed.

I’m not praying for a miracle, I’m making one happen.  The real miracle already transpired – I’m here!

I have a good head on my shoulders.  I always had a good head.  I’m able to keep in balance my new found insight into the fragile, sometimes cruel psyche of the human condition, but keep my own heart good and pure.  Knowing the depths of the ugly shadows people hide, but not letting it overshadow my own beauty.  Most people are weak.  I choose myself.  I choose to look at my own light and by doing that, it comes out in others.

Life is too short to be afraid of self-inflicted demons, my own or anybody else’s.  If what I feel is a bipolar high, than god bless this condition and screw meds!

I said: what about my eyes?
God said: Keep them on the road.
I said: what about my passion?
God said: Keep it burning.
I said: what about my heart?
God said: Tell me what you hold inside it?
I said: pain and sorrow?
He said: ..stay with it.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

~ Rumi

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