The mongo monster machine has arrived! As predicted, it dominates the living room. (Yes, it’s a big house, but there doesn’t happen to be a good place for eleven feet of gleaming steel.) I got it unlocked and running, all by myself, and this morning, I did my first four minutes. I didn’t give myself a chance to procrastinate: I prayed, peed, and got on the machine. I mean, we’re talking about four minutes here. No excuses allowed.
While journaling, it came to me what a lesson in manifestation this machine represents, and the insight is worth passing on here. I first saw this behemooth in Psychology Today, many years ago. I wanted it, big-time, but the price (nearly $15,000), stopped me cold. Impossible, I decided. I was still raising my daughter then, and even though I was successful by anybody’s standards (except maybe my own), I was still a single parent and I had my back to the wall most of the time, financially and in almost every other way.
I’ve been blessed, and things are a lot easier today, but let’s face it, fifteen grand is still a CHUNK o’Money! Especially for an exercise machine, when a person has a history of buying every machine known to man and infomercial, and then leaving it to gather dust. This was a major decision, and the money wasn’t in the budget. Now, I have it.
What was different? Here’s what came out of the journal.
1) I made a choice.
2)I focused on what I wanted, not on the obstacles.
3) I believed I could find a way, that God would carve a path where there wasn’t a path. (God runs the Department of the Impossible, you know.)
And now I am the proud owner of a magnificent 4-Minute exercise machine.
What do YOU need to turn over to the Department of the Impossible?
Take it from there.