Posts Tagged ‘Law of Attraction’

I’ve heard the commentary many times. This morning I took it to heart. “How do you eat an elephant?” “One bite at a time.” The question and answer were dancing around in my mind as I worked.

It wasn’t the first time I had decided to do it. In the past, I’ve tried negative scanners and flatbed scanners and completely overwhelmed myself with trying the do-it-yourself route a couple of times. I would work really hard on it for a little while and then wander off because it really wasn’t easy the way I was doing it. Then I had a hard drive crash that lost them all.

I reminded myself of the end result I was looking for: I want to digitize all of the negatives from my days of 35mm photography and before. So that I can share them with my children and even my ex husband. There are a lot of moments in those snapshots.

I broke it down into steps. First I called the local Walgreens and asked them “What does it cost to have you convert a 36 roll of film to digital format?” She checked and replied “It’s about $6.22 per roll.”

I wrote the amount on a post it note and stuck it where it was in my view all the time. Every time I looked at it, I thought about what I wanted to do.

I tossed around various ways and means to accomplish my goal. This morning, I broke it down.

Step 1: Determine the number of rolls to be digitized.
Step 2: Calculate the cost per and then total cost.
Step 3: Break it down into manageable pieces.

This is how I attack elephant projects, always. I see the picture of the end result and then work my way backwards.

I started counting…. first there was the album of negatives from 1985. All neatly in sleeves with a typewritten page folded in the bottom. 3/85, Brandon’s birth…..2/86 Jacob Gibbons baptism…. moments and memories in carefully typewritten notes. I was impressed with my notes. I must have really had it together then.

I counted all the rolls in that album. Somewhere around 60 from the mid 80’s. Then I collected the two tupperware boxes bulging with negatives. I counted out the rolls in the first one. Somewhere around 50 rolls. I looked at the second box and decided to estimate. To complete my task I would have to process about 200 rolls of film. I punched up the calculator. $1244.00. Whew!

This could be an expensive undertaking. I then looked at how many rolls I could do each week and not hurt myself. I had originally estimated 10, today I decided to be conservative and say 5ish.

I pulled the first page out of the album and also gathered the few strays that never got returned to their places and drove up to Walgreens. The gentleman behind the counter was slightly whelmed when I told him what I needed. He wasn’t sure of the cost. I told him “It’s 6.22 for each 36 roll.” He looked suprised. I explained to him what my project is and noted that he’d be seeing me every week for some time. He sorted the negatives into about 7 rolls and handed me the slip.

Hesitantly, he asked “And when do you want these back?” I told him there’s no big hurry, tomorrow would be fine. After all, these negatives are close to 25 years old, another day won’t hurt.

And so it begins, this task of eating an elephant. One byte at a time. Or, in this case, 7.


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I woke up this morning contemplating all the questions I get from the folks around me regarding the “Law of Attraction” that’s being marketed worldwide as the “way to get what you want”.

I’ve been told by a few people who interact with me that I’m good at using the Law of Attraction to get what I want.  Manifesting my desires or – more often, assisting others in manifesting theirs.

I break things down in my mind sometimes.  When I build a piece of furniture or a toy, I “see” it in my mind – then I draw a picture of what it will look like when I finish building it.  Then I take it apart mentally then on paper and determine the parts that are necessary to build it.  I almost always see the end before starting the project.

This morning while I was in the shower, an idea jumped into my mind and would not leave.  I felt inspired to share it here, where it might help others.
I share my ideas in stories and analogies much of the time.  This morning an analogy hit me right between the eyes and demanded that I write it up
And so, my friend Edward, this is for you.

The dynamic behind what I’ve always experienced is this – it’s the difference between “the check’s in the mail” and “direct deposit” from the Universe.

Let me expand on this a bit.  Mike gets paid on Fridays – his paycheck goes into the bank and becomes available to him on Friday morning.  He can often calculate based on the hours that he worked how much it will be.  He then anticipates how he will spend the amount he expects to have.  He’s usually pretty accurate.  And there is always a limit, based on the number of hours he’s worked.

My paychecks are sporadic – I live the life of commission sales and on the spot fixes.  I do everything reverse of what Mike does.  I set on my calendar what I need to cover and when it needs to be covered and then I take inspired action to ascertain that money is in the bank when the bill gets paid.

Sometimes I get a check right away when I do the work.  Sometimes I give companies payment terms and they pay me a piece in 30, 60, 90 days.  Sometimes they pay with a credit card and there’s a bit of it that goes out to the credit card company.  Sometimes I’ll be at a point of absolute destitution and an opportunity will arise that puts relatively large amounts of cash into my account.

The difference that came to me is the difference between EXPECTING and KNOWING.  I always know that something will happen that will get me what I need and want.   It’s a definitive difference in attitude and feeling.

I’m pretty sure it’s the same as the difference between believing and having faith.  I live in faith, absolutely.  I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that things will always fall into the right places in the tapestry of my life to create the beautiful vision that I’ve seen.  I don’t believe it, I know it.  Doubt and fear are not a part of it.  And I don’t question it.

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It’s something that wanders into my consciousness periodically.  Fear.  I have a definition of it that is simple and to the point.  I discovered it when trying to explain my view of the world to a friend a few years ago.

Fear is the absence of faith

I’ve studied it for many years, the dynamic associated with fear.  I had a friend who had a an absolutely horrific experience with police and developed this incredible amount of fear towards anyone that was part of a police force.

He’s the only person I know that has ever been pulled over and ticketed for throwing a cigarette butt out of the window of his car. It was like he was a magnet for police.

In my studies,  I have run across several references that helped me define for myself what my beliefs are about fear. Here is one that I found extremely useful. You can pick up a starter kit for free.

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I capture moments.  It’s what I do.  Sometimes I do it with words and stories.  Sometimes I do it with a still shot camera.  Sometimes I grab the video camera.  I’ve been told that I’m a tourist in my own life.  So I am.

It was 1983 and my journey with capturing moments was well underway.  I worked in a photography studio.  Mostly I did receptionist work, sometimes I took passport or business photos.  Eventually I worked in the back, retouching flaws in pictures with a tiny dye brush or pencils.  The man I worked for was incredibly talented and I was like a sponge listening to his lessons.

At some point during that time in my life, my fiancee and I were preparing to move into a house, get married, start a family.  I decided that wanted to decorate it with pictures.  I approached my boss and asked him if I could go through all of his negatives, find some landscape shots I liked and make prints with which to decorate my home.

He looked at me with a smile and said “No.”  I was shocked and confused.  I wondered if I had done something to offend him.  Disappointed, I asked him why.  “You have a good eye.  Go out and capture your view of the world and use your own pictures.”

And so it began, my quest to capture my view of the world.  There was one view that lifted my spirits as I left for work every morning.  Not an easy one to capture, either.  At the end of my mother’s driveway on the east side was a shallow lake.  Behind the lake was a hill.  Willow trees and cattails lined the north side of it, big trees and highway lined the south side. 

As I pulled out of the driveway in the early mornings, there would be a fog settled over the lake.   The sun would rise from behind the hill to greet me and the sunbeams would cut through the fog and reflect off of the water.

I carried my camera with me on the passenger side of my little truck at that time.  Day after day I would lie on my belly in the driveway before leaving for work, attempting to capture that view of the sunrise cutting through the fog.  Then I would drop off the film to be processed. 

And day after day I failed and became more and more frustrated with my attempts to do so.  Too much light, not enough light.  I just couldn’t capture that view to share.  Overexposed, underexposed, wrong camera angle.

  Eventually I tired of the exercise and pretty much gave up.  I didn’t even get the last roll of film processed.  It was becoming an expensive exercise.  I was disgusted and discouraged.  The film sat in my camera bag for weeks.

Much later, I found that roll of film and had it processed.   I was amazed to find the perfect shot in my pile of pictures… Actually there were several very different but perfect in their own way shots.   THere were one or two that just took my breath away. 

I learned a great many things during that time of my life.  I learned about shutter speeds and film speeds and time lapses.  And I learned that, sometimes, if you just give up and let go, the answers you are searching will arrive – often unexpectedly.

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