Author: Jean

I think I probably broke the diet either yesterday or today. I’m not sure if my negative thoughts extended into the seven second range or not, but I had such a cluster of them as to be accused of quibbling if I denied it, so I’m going to start over.

I’m still working on my movie poster. I have two color laser jet printers, the same model, and they are ten years old. One has not been used much, but is not printing well (all supplies are at generous levels, so that should not be a problem). The other one has been used regularly, has new color cartridges and drum but is still not printing correctly, and frequently is not printing pages with enough ink to be seen. I have had to wonder if I have an invisible ink setting checked somewhere. At ten years old, I suspect it’s time to replace.

My husband has a newer one that prints great. I may be at the point where I ask if I can connect to his. I hesitate, because he frequently has special paper in there, and I don want to mess up any of his print jobs or use his better quality paper for a routine printing. That takes care of the Central Texas house, but this old printer here in SA is all we have. Hmm. My husband’s portable inkjet is here. I may have to resort to it.

From the amount of resistance surfacing this week, my husband’s observations about “warm hands, cold heart” must have had more than a bit of truth to it.

My out loud reading of everything night before last sounded more like a dirge than anything. En-thooo-zee-az-ummm was completely absent. It’s still at an ebb, but I know it will be back. I’m much more a HEM reader, even that was missing.

I’m sure much of this results from spending all of October traveling (tired), my husband’s ongoing health issues, and unexpectedly having to spend time at our San Antonio house, which we have mostly moved out of (for our dream home), but husband’s medical team has not been shifted to Central Texas yet, so this is where we are. It’s only a problem because we planned for a quick turn around trip for an appointment on Monday, so we only have one vehicle here, only two of eight cats (they are on towers, so are okay for a few days), and other niggling things. We’ll fix these problems this weekend, but I’m feeling quite out of sorts for now.

I have several compasses at the Central Texas house, so I’ll find one this weekend. Movie posters are started but in progress.

I’m still thrilled to be living our dream, even though I’m “welcoming obstacles for they are my challenge.”

I’ve been low key about the course around the house, because this is the type of thing my husband has a low opinion of. I misplaced my earbuds (Did I leave them on the train? At the other house?), so I was listening to Sunday’s replay over the speaker.

After I finished, my husband confirmed my suspicions that he didn’t think the course was doing me any good. I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the assignment, but I really wanted to keep the discussion unemotional. I tried to listen to his concerns.

One of my stated reasons to him for taking the course was to improve our relationship. This conversation became part of that process. While contemplating how to do my movie poster, I realized I needed his help.

Since part of my DMP is helping him as required, I knew we needed to talk about what that might look like on my movie poster. I also needed a new item for the back of my DMP card this week. I decided it needed to be something that would move my need for a harmonious relationship forward.

We had a productive discussion tonight. Despite his reservations about the course, I could tell he genuinely wanted to help me with the assignment.

I bought poster board for my movie poster today. Instead of traditional white, I decided to go with blue and yellow. I will cut the yellow into a square. The blue is already a rectangle. Those are the shapes I’ve chosen for my PPNs, so I can tie them into the overall theme.

Wow. Just. Wow. Og Mandino nails this. The first of our habits is to have good habits. The first good habit is love.

For so many years, I didn’t get this. I learned it all in church while I was growing up, but I never learned how to apply what I’d learned. This simple book, The Greatest Salesman in the World, lays it out there. Spending thirty days on each scroll, reading and re-reading three times per day helps infuse the concept not only in my conscious brain but also in my beloved Subby (subconscious brain).

I’ve been exposed to this material in the past in piecemeal fashion I guess I wasn’t ready to receive. I’m so thankful the time is right for me now.

It’s okay for me to love me, and for me to love you. In fact, it’s mandatory. It’s the key to interpersonal relationships.

I’m visiting my parents in Wisconsin this week. We took a fall foliage drive today. Even though many leaves had fallen already, we saw many beautiful sites. I saw plenty of green triangles, including this one in their neighbor’s yard as viewed from their sun room.  

I asked my mom to teach me to crochet this week. What I’ve learned is if you make a mistake, it’s better to rip out your work prior to the mistake and redo it. No sense perpetuating a problem.

This is a powerful week, and I’m encountering a mixture of excitement and old Blueprint resistance. I recognize it for what it is, and I will prevail.

The excitement is like sunlight through an overhead canopy of leaves dappling the ground. I can catch enough of the beauty of the sunlight to want more. So it is with the Master Key installation in my Subby. I’ve had a couple clear instances of Subby at work this week, and while they were small, they were dazzling!

I’m riding the train from Central Texas to Chicago to visit with my parents in Wisconsin this week, and I’m relishing the opportunity to read, write, and reflect while glancing out the window. Last week I was looking for green triangles. Where were the green triangles? Green triangles are big, people. I found them when I could see whole trees. They are everywhere!

Reading my Blueprint Builder after lunch today, I had to stop and find my colored pencils. I needed to link each part of the Blueprint Builder to the shapes and colors that match my Definite Major Purpose.

I’m so glad I chose green triangles for the World Within. While I’m giving the “hope for joy, affluence, kindness and love” with every encounter, I found it clashing with my Old Blueprint making observations that could be considered at odds with that gift. Definite stumbles into ignorance and self-pity this week (as there have been each week in varying degrees). I need these big green triangles reaching for the sky for better, more uplifting thoughts about my fellow man.

My Blueprint Builder is now linked to my shapes and colors. I always keep my promises, and these are promises I want to keep. I read those cards more than three times a day to retrain my Subby in the right way. The way Subby knows it should be but which has been suppressed by the Old Blueprint.

I can be what I will to be. Today, I begin a new life.