Funny story.
For all those who know me, I am a fan of post-its. Yes those sticky multicolored papers that you write notes on. Well for me it’s more of an obsession. My own personal cross to bear as 1000s of post-its around the inside my study or in my traveling bag, journal or even in the wall of the bathrooms. Categorized as things to do, to read, to write, to contemplate on, to exercise the lists go on. My wife has given up on my madness. I write a list in the morning, before work, then one for work then one for post work activities, then one for one for night time activities. It is a ritual. I have back up lists of back up lists in case I cannot find them. My own personal hell hole.
Anyway the other day as I am leaving work, I stuff my pockets with my remaining scribbled notes and get into the car. I had to make a stop at my favorite shoe store, then headed home. Now my obsession also means I have a Photographic memory and I know where all my messy lists are, this is hard work I assure you. Anyway I reached home and could not fine one of the 6 post its of lists to do. Slight anxiety set in, as I rummaged my lunch box, my office bag, then in immediately explored the car and every crevice in between the seats. The trouser pockets did not reveal anything either. I sent messages to my friend at the store. “ Could you please check in and outside the store for a little green piece of paper with scribbles ?” But to no avail. I messaged my office staff who were about to close up shop. Again nothing was found at my desk or in the garbage bin or on the floors.
I took a deep breath and told my busy mind to let it go. But did I let it go? No. I kept thinking about this little paper with my illegible writings, several times a day. Anyway 2 days go by and I go back to my clinic location where this paper was being evasive. To my dismay even to my eyes, no paper was to be found. I carried about my morning seeing patients, and somewhere in the back of my mind I could see this paper, but I did in fact take a deep sigh and surrender and let it go. I submitted to the universe. Then as I returned to my inner sanctum after seeing a patient so I could dictate my note, a thought popped into my minds eye. “ Go outside and check near the car in the parking lot”
That is absurd I thought, no way will I find a tiny piece of paper that is lying out in a parking lot days after I had left, and it had been windy and raining. But I honored the thought and went outside near my parked car. I scanned the bushes and the road. POOF ! There it was as clear as day on the tar pathway next to my car, just where it must have fallen out of my pocket days prior. I could not believe my eyes, nor my glee. I bent to grab it and it was a tad crumpled up but quite intact as were my penmanship of things to do.
I scanned the list, I had done everything I was supposed to from 2 days ago. It was like a full circle. But this taught me a valuable lesson. Creating an intention with feeling, focusing on it like a lens using the mind and then letting it go into the universe are the key components for manifestation. Action steps are needed to bring the ideas into fruition.
It’s a process of connection and letting go. Now maybe I should use my powers of manifestation for more important things than a silly list, but a good example, simple as it might have been, from the universal mind of intention for me to understand a bigger application of this tool that we each have at our disposal.
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I love you
