A Choosy Believer
Many of us were taught that our core beliefs were implanted early via our authority figures and childhood experiences.
Some say our beliefs are tricky to identify and hard to change.
I’m opting out of some of that.
Instead, I think a belief is just a thought that got a lot of air time. (Thank you, Abe, for that realization.)
And I believe I can direct my thoughts, and that reality comes from them.
Which is why I’m choosy about what to believe. For example …
I don’t believe in:
I do believe in:
- happy endings
- Universal favor
- and plenty of opportunities.
I don’t believe it’s possible to get it wrong. And I don’t believe in wasted time.
I believe everything works out perfectly. And I believe in goofing off.
I don’t believe in “the one”; I believe love abounds.
I don’t believe in broken hearts. Hearts heal when we let them.
I don’t believe in death, the devil, mistakes or fated destiny.
But I do believe in angels. And our divinity. And that anything’s possible.
I don’t believe we’re here to learn life lessons or prove ourselves worthy.
I believe we’re already worthy. All the time. Automatically.
I believe puppy kisses are the secret to good health, and I believe life is meant to be fun.
I believe everyone can win, and that life just keeps getting better.
I believe this place is crawling with fabulous people and that we’ll never run out of things to love about this amazing life.
I believe I’m getting better every day, and that Universe is rooting for me.
I believe in my power to choose, and I believe that perspective makes all the difference.
And I believe all of us get to be right, whatever we dare believe.
But all that really matters is …
… what do you believe?