asking for what I want

Riffing off of a recent blog post…

There’s a very significant difference between talking about what you don’t want and asking for what you do.

It’s subtle.

I’ve known this concept for a while and for years have tried to practice it. Generally speaking, I tend to have a positive outlook on life. I don’t complain that much. I thought I had this down.

But recently I learned how far I have to go.

This is an example of one of my default thoughts lately:

I wish that package would come.

Another one lost again?

It’s late? Ugh.

And so on.

(Given what I’m going to say I’m scared to write more than that.)

So, what’s happening?

Packages are delayed, lost, and, well, so on. I feel like I’m waiting for everythinggggg.

And the same thing keeps occurring over and over again.

Needless to say, late packages are what I don’t want.

What can I do about it?

Rage at the universe. Stalk tracking sites. Message senders.

Or.

Relax.

Know that the packages have been sent.

And believe that everything that I want comes to me beautifully and at the perfect time.

Can you feel the difference in energy?

I realize this is very woo-woo. I don’t care. It makes me much happier to know that the energy I send out matters. That what I want will come to me. That all I have to do is ask for it.

On a not-woo-woo level, though, there’s more to it.

What I think about every day affects how I go about my days. How I go about my days is how I go about my life. And if I’m fretting and worried and complaining, well, then that’s how I spend my life.

Not what I want.

Better to ask for what I desire and treat it like it’s already here.

And when I forget to do it, because for some reason it doesn’t come naturally, to stop. Take a breath. And ask for what I want.