How can we be destined for more if we always opt for less? 

I have only become more comfortable with being loved and loving others as I have cultivated faith.

For all the capabilities of our lightening fast brains, life is terribly slow moving, and only faith has helped me enjoy playing the long game.

There is nothing wrong with allowing ourselves a little magic, especially when there is always laundry to do or bills to pay.  

It all counts. It all adds up.

Manifestation isn’t about blinking our eyes and magically making a mansion appear. It is about focusing on Good (or God) so hard that we slowly change our brains to see the best in everything, which inevitably brings in more good, more hope, more opportunity, more lessons to learn, and most importantly, more and more faith. 

Self-care seems to be a major priority in our culture these days, and that’s probably because we are collectively stressed the BLEEP out.

The better the choices we make, the better our lives get… And, let me be clear, this is not the same as saying those of us who act like saints will end up with Ferraris. Nope, nope, nope.

Trauma can teach us a great deal, if we are willing. 

There is no question that sometimes, faith is confusing.

It is important that we take good care of the things God (or Good) gives us in life, whether it be our bodies, our minds, our children, our money, our hearts, our homes. 

Asking for a sign alleviates the pressure of waiting, searching, looking around, and trying to solve it ourselves. It is an act of working under the assumption that God (or Good) is working on it and will let us know when it is time.

It’s the waiting part that gets us all, especially in the beginning. Humanity, as an expression of life, does not like to dilly dally. We are not BLEEPING around. We have BLEEP to do. We have deadlines. This is urgent. God (or Good) needs to STEP. IT. UP.

L… O… L

I do not equate having faith with toxic positivity. If anything, faith has become the one thing that made me strong enough to be realistic, to embrace uncertainty, to overcome denial.

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Faith, as I have come to experience it, is basically an upward spiral, a self-fulfilling prophecy in a positive direction, an invisible staircase leading up.

I talk about the “walking faithless” a fair amount, and in some ways it is a nod to my love for zombie movies. Most of us with trauma feel a bit like zombies a lot of the time.

I have had a rough week, y’all.

We can be very hard on people who walk around with “rose colored glasses on.” We frown upon or question people with a “pollyanna-ish” perspective, but… why? Yes, life is hard. But we sure as BLEEP make it harder by being critical of those who seem to like their lives or look for the best in everything. 

I regularly mention the flow state in my writing because it seems like such an important part of the human experience, one which we regularly do not allow ourselves. Our magnificent brains are capable of so much, and therefore we are regularly overdoing it in the brains department.

I read something recently that said, “the antidote to anxiety is not calm, it’s trust.” I have to say that I disagree. The antidote to anxiety isn’t calm or trust, it’s - you guessed it - faith.