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Positive thinking weirds me out a little. In a good way.

Oct 15th, 2007
at 10:06 am

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Okay. So, here’s the gig. I’m starting to scare myself with something that started out as a joke. (Sort of.) I told a friend of mine that a health scare she was having was going to turn out to be nothing. And I said, a little facetiously, “I said so, so it must be true.” Now her doctors were pretty convinced about this particular thing, and yet, when they went back for further testing, they discovered there was absolutely no reason to be concerned. “What a coinkydink,” said I to myself.

Now I could list probably five or six other times where Friend is facing something bad, Steph says it ain’t happenin’ and bam! it doesn’t happen. Coincidences, the lot of them, since I had no means of directly impacting the outcomes of any of those situations. Except. For positive thinking.

Anyway, a few months ago, things were getting pretty desperate around here, financially speaking. Oh, no one was going to go hungry or unclothed or homeless or anything, but we just weren’t able to get ahead at all. We were treading water, and that was it. I told Bill that things were going to be okay, since after all, I said so, so it must be true. About a month ago, Bill got a phone call. He was offered a gig as a consultant for a local firm. They were willing to let him work his regular gig and fit their stuff in when he could. They’re also paying him an unholy sum of money for said work.

Now, if all that wasn’t proof enough that this is starting to get weird, I’ve been pretty lax about my dieting this week. Oh, I haven’t been going overboard, and I’ve surely been more careful than I have in the past, but I haven’t been doing much by way of exercise, and God knows, I’ve eaten more than a few things I shouldn’t have. However, I added a neat little mantra to the mix. I made an MP3 of said mantra, and I play it while I go to sleep. My scale tells me this positive thinking thing isn’t a bad deal at all.

For the record, my camera adds a half pound. (I weighed without it. Yes, I am that anal-retentive particular.) So, three more pounds gone!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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