What's The SMALLEST Thing?
The telephone rings. You answer. It's a wrong number (again.)
What does the caller hear?
Your offer to help? Annoyance? "Click"?
You open your box and pull out a huge stack of junk mail. What's your response?
Anger at the waste of paper? Irritation at yourself for not getting around to looking up that link to put yourself on the
"do not mail" list? Curiosity and delight at all the clever ways people have cooked up to advertise? Gratitude that so many
people have organized efforts to support all these causes that you could join?
You woke up this morning. What were your first thoughts?
Happily anticipating your day? Gratitude? Resentment that you couldn't sleep longer, or feel more rested? Awareness of pain? Anxiety about something?
What were you thinking about the last time you drove to work or on a necessary errand? (Or, if you don't drive, took whatever means of transport you normally take.)
Were you enjoying the ride? Irritated at the traffic? Grateful for all that made your transportation possible? Worried that
you'd be late?
When I was a kid, I loved "paint-by-number" kits. It was fun to watch the picture emerge as the little patches were filled in with color. The images on your computer screen are formed the same way, of lots of little dots of color.
Then there's your life: formed of 1,440 minutes a day, hundreds of small events, thousands of impressions, thoughts, feelings.
It can seem difficult to change your health, your financial circumstances, your relationships, your whole life, when you look at it as a big, overwhelming picture.
What if you allow yourself to consider the smallest possible moment to enjoy, the smallest possible step to take, the
smallest possible glimpse of a positive thought or feeling, instead of trying to do it all at once?
Yesterday, I felt stressed for a while when thinking of the huge gap between where I was, just home from a week-long trip, and what I wanted: my home clean and beautifully decorated for the holidays, my business affairs all in order, the ezine joyfully written, cards written to everyone I care about, a room repainted, time to spend with friends ...
Here's what I noticed when I began paying attention to the smallest things:
The telephone rang. It was a wrong number. I SO excitedly exclaimed, "The phone works!" that the caller laughed. I had to explain that it had been on the fritz for most of the past three days, with no dial tone, and his call let me know communication had been restored.
Just back from a trip, I found my mailbox jammed full. My old response was to be annoyed at all the junk mail. This time I was smiling, thinking of my mail carrier, Gary, one of the nicest people around, who would know I'm back. It feels good to be known.
This morning I woke up thinking about you. How could I write something that would make your day more delicious? It felt good to think of giving, and how much I enjoy the creative process of building an ezine.
Last night I rode home in a friend's car. It was cold outside, and the heat worked only for a couple of minutes. We were SO grateful for that heat! Plus, we drove by so many beautiful lights people put on their houses this time of year.
Feeling good is required for attracting anything you want into your life.
When you allow yourself to feel good about small things, notice how the larger image of your life takes shape, filled in with more and more colored dots of happiness until that's the majority of your experience. The more those small dots pile up, the more confidence you'll have in your ability to have a great life filled with ALL the things you want.
It just gets better and better!
As Mr. Wattles says,
"Success in anything is attained by making each separate act a success in itself. If you make each action, however small and unimportant, a thoroughly successful action, your day's work as a whole cannot result in failure. If you make the actions of each day successful, the sum total of your life cannot be failure."
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Copyright (c)2005 Alexandra Gayek, ND.
What does the caller hear?
Your offer to help? Annoyance? "Click"?
You open your box and pull out a huge stack of junk mail. What's your response?
Anger at the waste of paper? Irritation at yourself for not getting around to looking up that link to put yourself on the
"do not mail" list? Curiosity and delight at all the clever ways people have cooked up to advertise? Gratitude that so many
people have organized efforts to support all these causes that you could join?
You woke up this morning. What were your first thoughts?
Happily anticipating your day? Gratitude? Resentment that you couldn't sleep longer, or feel more rested? Awareness of pain? Anxiety about something?
What were you thinking about the last time you drove to work or on a necessary errand? (Or, if you don't drive, took whatever means of transport you normally take.)
Were you enjoying the ride? Irritated at the traffic? Grateful for all that made your transportation possible? Worried that
you'd be late?
When I was a kid, I loved "paint-by-number" kits. It was fun to watch the picture emerge as the little patches were filled in with color. The images on your computer screen are formed the same way, of lots of little dots of color.
Then there's your life: formed of 1,440 minutes a day, hundreds of small events, thousands of impressions, thoughts, feelings.
It can seem difficult to change your health, your financial circumstances, your relationships, your whole life, when you look at it as a big, overwhelming picture.
What if you allow yourself to consider the smallest possible moment to enjoy, the smallest possible step to take, the
smallest possible glimpse of a positive thought or feeling, instead of trying to do it all at once?
Yesterday, I felt stressed for a while when thinking of the huge gap between where I was, just home from a week-long trip, and what I wanted: my home clean and beautifully decorated for the holidays, my business affairs all in order, the ezine joyfully written, cards written to everyone I care about, a room repainted, time to spend with friends ...
Here's what I noticed when I began paying attention to the smallest things:
The telephone rang. It was a wrong number. I SO excitedly exclaimed, "The phone works!" that the caller laughed. I had to explain that it had been on the fritz for most of the past three days, with no dial tone, and his call let me know communication had been restored.
Just back from a trip, I found my mailbox jammed full. My old response was to be annoyed at all the junk mail. This time I was smiling, thinking of my mail carrier, Gary, one of the nicest people around, who would know I'm back. It feels good to be known.
This morning I woke up thinking about you. How could I write something that would make your day more delicious? It felt good to think of giving, and how much I enjoy the creative process of building an ezine.
Last night I rode home in a friend's car. It was cold outside, and the heat worked only for a couple of minutes. We were SO grateful for that heat! Plus, we drove by so many beautiful lights people put on their houses this time of year.
Feeling good is required for attracting anything you want into your life.
When you allow yourself to feel good about small things, notice how the larger image of your life takes shape, filled in with more and more colored dots of happiness until that's the majority of your experience. The more those small dots pile up, the more confidence you'll have in your ability to have a great life filled with ALL the things you want.
It just gets better and better!
As Mr. Wattles says,
"Success in anything is attained by making each separate act a success in itself. If you make each action, however small and unimportant, a thoroughly successful action, your day's work as a whole cannot result in failure. If you make the actions of each day successful, the sum total of your life cannot be failure."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Copyright (c)2005 Alexandra Gayek, ND.
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