A couple of years ago I was introduced to the concept of the law of attraction. The basis of this law is that you attract what you focus on the most. A couple of good books about this are >The Secretand The Power of Your Subconscious Mind. Both are kick ass books that I highly recommend, and no kidding, they changed my entire way of thinking.

Anyway, it works something like this: if you concentrate on how bad a parent you are, your parenting becomes worse. If your focus is on how old you look, your old ass gets what you ask for. If you focus on ailments rather than perfect health, you may as well go ahead and memorize the halls of the hospital. 

Likewise, if you think all day and night about how successful you’re going to be, you’re going to be successful. If you believe in advance that the things you want have been given to you, and give thanks for those things, they will, in turn, be yours. It you visualize youth and vibrancy for your life, youth and vibrancy are what you can expect to receive. 

Think of it like this: You place an order on Amazon. You know that your card has been charged and the item is yours; it’s just a matter of waiting for it to be shipped. The law of attraction works a lot like that. You place your order with the universe (I’m going to make a living writing), give thanks knowing that it’s being shipped (thanks Universe) and wait happily for all the good coming your way. Imagine how, when it gets here, it’s going to be everything you imagined but better. This is how the law of attraction works when practiced properly.

Now, I am a human being, despite some people’s claims. So being human, it’s tough keeping my mind in line with the concept of the law of attraction. We tend to forget the positive things we learn and revert back to old, stinking thought patterns. 

I’m ugly.
I’m not good enough.
I’m never going to get what I want.
I wish that cat were dead.

Yes, that’s right. I realized that my relationship with this new cat, Bear, sucks because I expect it to. He’s been a complete ass-face and so that’s what I’ve come to expect with him. My thoughts are consumed with He’s an a-hole. He can never behave. I hate him. If he scratches me one more time I’m going to flush him down the toilet. When these are the thoughts that fill my head, those thoughts are cultivated into real things and behaviors. Eventually, when the maintenance man pulls a limp, black feline out of the drain, he might wonder how it got there, and though I won’t educate him about the law of attraction, I will know it’s the culprit.