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more outrageous than Jem?

Yesterday I was thinking about all the things I'd like to do and how little time I have to do them. I got worried that I would not be able to do all these things because I either lacked time, money, ability, etc...but then I cracked down on myself. That type of thinking doesn't get me anywhere or get me anything. Srsly.

Last weekend I read The Biology of Belief by Bruce Lipton, PhD (2005). It gets a little quacky at the end, but it's still a good read. Some parts, I'll have to re-read to make sure I'm tracking with the author. The book breaks ties with simplistic biological concepts. There's a discussion on epigenetics, how environment affects DNA expression, and another discussion on quantum mechanics as applied to the field of biology. Both are put in terms that I understand. The last part goes over the power of negative and positive thoughts. I equate it to the biological equivalent of self fulfilling prophecy.

I know, it sounds corny. Get over it. I don't try to positively thinking my way to flying without wings. I do resist one of my favorite activities - muddling in a pool of "I can't" and "it's not practical." You know what I'm talking about. It isn't the outrageous things, like flying, we con ourselves into thinking are too hard. It's the things that barely challenge us but certainly push the limits of our comfort. We make up weak excuses to not push those limits.

Positive thinking does NOT make it acceptable to ignore areas where I'm lacking. I acknowledge that I don't have everything. I accept that I'm not everybody. I'm OK with it. Once that happens, the positive thinking wave can be used to figure out what other steps need to occur to reach a goal. If it is a skill in the gym, I may need strength. With negative thinking, strength is something that I don't have. It blocks me from realizing a skill is in reach. Positive thinking reminds me that I can get there, I may have to put in some work though. No biggie.

So I'm back to thinking of all the things I'd like to do and trying to figure out how I will get there. It is a better way of looking at life rather than spreading hate throughout my kingdom of cubicles. And by the bye, the other term I have for positive thinking - determination. Get some!
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