I did something wild and crazy the other day.
"Now that's not news," I hear you say. "You're always kinda that way."
Well, it's wild and crazy in the sense that I took a step forward into what I feel might be the beginning of the metaphysical career my soul's been pushing me towards.
Oh, not that I am going to give up music. Music is the core of who I am. And since I believe everything is connected, music is going to be a huge facet of the work I'm meant to do. It's not just going to be a side hobby.
The wild and crazy thing I did on Saturday night was a pure exercise in trusting my intuition, going with how I felt about things.
A friend of mine recommended I sign up as a reader on Keen.com. Well, I took a deeper look at what that entails as far as being available for readings, how I'd get paid, and so on. There was a huge list of FAQ's about being an advisor over there, and my time at the book store was running short enough that I just didn't have time to be all Hermione Granger about it.
But what I did read left me feeling extraordinarily intimidated. I knew I wasn't ready for what goes on. I've only really got three readings under my belt as far as reading for others is concerned. Three readings is not that firm a foundation for getting paid as an intuitive advisor.
I'm just not that confident yet, and I really don't have specific qualifications to back me up except that my intuition's getting sharper. There are Doreen Virtue's courses that DO sound like loads of fun. But I need to get the money together for those, yet.
So...I did the next best thing, which felt a little more comfortable, a little less intimidating: I went over to the Facebook page for Doreen Virtue's Angel Therapy group and posted a message.
The response was just as wild and crazy as the actual step I took to post the message! Just over 70 reading requests came through, 45 of those coming through just in the time between posting the message and driving home from the bookstore! To say I am both thrilled and overwhelmed is an understatement.
I messaged my sister-friend Karma about it, and I couldn't tell who was more over the moon about it--me or her--because she's been working with me to help me overcome some stuff on a metaphysical level that really can't be touched with regular psychotherapy. But this should tell her that her work with me has been a success...and it tells me that I've progressed further than I originally would have thought.
Well, since I've got nine priority readings to do, as well as post more stuff on eBay, I'd best get to bed!
Pax Felinum,
Kat ^.^
Monday, March 30, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Waking Up To Fun
One of the things I was thinking about was how I worry sometimes about how I am going to get things done in a day. Part of it is worry, part of it is excitement about all the enjoyable things I want to do--and I want to do everything in one day.
But then I got this idea in my head that both soothed the worry, and reminded me of one of the greatest joys about being a kid. It's actually kind of a painful joy.
It's the joy of "What are we doing tomorrow?"
Ironically, it's that kind of "I can't wait till tomorrow" feeling that makes me want to do everything right now, today, because what I have in my head that's so enjoyable for me gets my engines going.
But it's that excitement that also burns me out, gets me distracted and creates organizational hell for myself. Because for me, sometimes everything seems important right now, it's burning a hole in my brain if I don't act on things now,
and that's just me putting pressure on myself because all the things I want to do right now seem like so much fun, usually.
You can see where this is going. :P
So my wiser, adult self has to remind my inner kid that anticipation is truly half the fun of planning, setting aside certain activities for certain days instead of thinking we have to do it all today, even if we want to do it all today.
But then I feel like if I plan too loosely, I get distracted by the truly non-essential things that pull me away from the truly fun, creative stuff that brings me that joy.
So, I think a balance has to be struck between the fun things that I consider essential and the fun things that are not-so-essential.
And the key to that balance just might lie in the concept of "waking up to fun." Waking up every day and asking, "What kind of fun, creative things are on my list?" And then whatever doesn't get done goes on the next day's list without any self-abuse, without any shame. Because those negative vibes just ruin it for me. I've had enough shame dumped on me, teaching me to dump it on myself. I am so done with that way of thinking, that way of living, because it gets me absolutely nowhere.
It's time to wake up to how fun life can really be, if the perspective of fun and joy is held in the soul, instead of "Ugh, we gotta do this, and this, and that, there's not all the time in the world, gotta rush, rush, rush or else there's gonna be hell to pay," and so on. I am so done with that negative vibe. So done with that hamster wheel of unhappiness. My inner hamsters are starting to rebel. Their wheels are squeakier than they are, and they've pretty much formed a union that says "We want more fun thoughts! If we're gonna work for you, we want fun wheels to spin! Fun wheels get more creative work done. Which would you rather look at--happy, multicolored wheels that create lots of happy party balloons, or sad, creaky, rusty wheels that only churn out sad, shame-filled balloons, and only a few at a time?"
My inner kid's like, "Happy balloons!"
Smart kid!
Pax Felinum,
Kat ^.^
But then I got this idea in my head that both soothed the worry, and reminded me of one of the greatest joys about being a kid. It's actually kind of a painful joy.
It's the joy of "What are we doing tomorrow?"
Ironically, it's that kind of "I can't wait till tomorrow" feeling that makes me want to do everything right now, today, because what I have in my head that's so enjoyable for me gets my engines going.
But it's that excitement that also burns me out, gets me distracted and creates organizational hell for myself. Because for me, sometimes everything seems important right now, it's burning a hole in my brain if I don't act on things now,
and that's just me putting pressure on myself because all the things I want to do right now seem like so much fun, usually.
You can see where this is going. :P
So my wiser, adult self has to remind my inner kid that anticipation is truly half the fun of planning, setting aside certain activities for certain days instead of thinking we have to do it all today, even if we want to do it all today.
But then I feel like if I plan too loosely, I get distracted by the truly non-essential things that pull me away from the truly fun, creative stuff that brings me that joy.
So, I think a balance has to be struck between the fun things that I consider essential and the fun things that are not-so-essential.
And the key to that balance just might lie in the concept of "waking up to fun." Waking up every day and asking, "What kind of fun, creative things are on my list?" And then whatever doesn't get done goes on the next day's list without any self-abuse, without any shame. Because those negative vibes just ruin it for me. I've had enough shame dumped on me, teaching me to dump it on myself. I am so done with that way of thinking, that way of living, because it gets me absolutely nowhere.
It's time to wake up to how fun life can really be, if the perspective of fun and joy is held in the soul, instead of "Ugh, we gotta do this, and this, and that, there's not all the time in the world, gotta rush, rush, rush or else there's gonna be hell to pay," and so on. I am so done with that negative vibe. So done with that hamster wheel of unhappiness. My inner hamsters are starting to rebel. Their wheels are squeakier than they are, and they've pretty much formed a union that says "We want more fun thoughts! If we're gonna work for you, we want fun wheels to spin! Fun wheels get more creative work done. Which would you rather look at--happy, multicolored wheels that create lots of happy party balloons, or sad, creaky, rusty wheels that only churn out sad, shame-filled balloons, and only a few at a time?"
My inner kid's like, "Happy balloons!"
Smart kid!
Pax Felinum,
Kat ^.^
The Reason For This Blog...
The reason I created this blog is the following:
"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing." -- Blaise Pascal.
I would have written that in the original French, but since it is not likely many folks who see this post would be able to read the language, I still would have had to provide a translation...so what would have been the point, other than I simply like to read stuff in languages other than my native English? :P
For fun, you ask? Yeah, pretty much.
Does reason know anything of fun? I'm beginning to doubt that.
Does practicality, based on reason, know anything of fun? Again, highly doubtful.
Am I tired of worrying whether anything I do is based on pure reason, logic, and practicality? Most definitely.
Because I am at a point in my life where, should a particular Time-Lord-ish character materialize in this real-world life, with that glorious blue box of his, and offer to take me on an adventure, I'd say, "Oh, hell, yes!"
Because I am tired of trying to measure up to other people's expectations of me, and therefore beat my own psyche to a pulp trying to please them.
While I might link to my other blogs, which are more geared towards earning some dough, this blog is likely not going to have much to do with those other blogs, unless the posts are fun!
Of course, things like Tarot, astrology, and any other ways I geek out are fun for me. I'm a regular "Hermione Granger."
But sometimes I think I get too serious even about the things I find fun! I end up worrying too much about whether I'm "doing something right" and let the fun of what I love doing slip right through my fingers. And I can just hear Ron Weasley say, quite rightly, "Mental, that one! I'm tellin' ya!"
Which is rather odd, because later on in the "Harry Potter" movies, Hermione's patronus is an otter! And even if you don't know the deeper animal symbology, you can't help but associate otters with fun and cuteness overall. I mean, reputedly, these little creatures hold hands.. er...paws, when sleeping, so they don't drift away from each other. How can you not love such adorableness?
So, the fact that Hermione's patronus is an otter is telling of just how playful she needs to be, in order to balance out her seriousness.
And otter has been showing up in my animal cards lately, so I figured I'd best pay attention and remember to loosen the heck up already. To be truthful, I associate "Mary Poppins" with otters. You know, that whole "Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down" concept. I think if they made an entirely animated version of that movie, like Disney did with "Robin Hood", they need to draw Mary Poppins as an otter. I would so. Totally. WATCH THAT! :-D
The fact I have spent the last three paragraphs talking about the lovely creatures is telling me something.
Another reason I created this blog is that I was inspired by a character in a show I've been rewatching on Hulu. I got to thinking that while writing the blogs I have set up to make some dough are great, I really need to have a place where I can just talk as though I'm talking to a best friend.
Problem is, while I really wanted to get a regular paper journal for doing just that: writing everything that happens in my life--just a fun "spill-the-beans" kind of journal, I found absolutely zero journals either at Wally-world or at Books-a-Million that had enough pages for a low enough price with a cover I really liked for sure. And paper journals, while classy-looking and fun (I was eyeing the ones that had to do with France, I confess), end up being filled completely at some point, and I just don't have the space to store used-up journals. To say nothing of the fact that when the thoughts come pouring out, my handwriting gets seriously messy. Messy to the point of me not being able to read my own writing, which really, really bites. :P
Plus, with paper journals, you can't upload videos to them like you can with electronic media. :-) And if my heart has her way, I know which videos she'd want to post first, because the videos in question have to do with France...and a particular character from that country...a character whom I have loved since the musical came into my life 22 years ago, thanks to Andrew Lloyd Webber--and my dad, who bought the tapes for me for my birthday. He's a character I've actually dreamed about, going down into his subterranean home and telling him precisely three words...I bet you can guess what those words are.
And while I know the difference between fact and fantasy, my heart doesn't seem to care if he's fictional...my heart only knows what she feels...my heart only knows what she resonates with. My heart only knows a kindred soul when she meets one, however fictional he happens to be.
And because of those more or less heartfelt feelings...it goes back to that quote by Blaise Pascal I mentioned at the very beginning of this post:
"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing."
Which is why I've got three fan-fic stories going and I've got a splendid idea for a fourth!
I'm 37, and I am writing these words as if I'm a teenager again.
But on some level, I'm still that fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who is longing for a companion *other* than her parents. One might say I have some issues, but then...do I? Especially if one also considers the words of the late, great Madeleine L'Engle, who once said that getting older is not really quite so bad, since you're still all the ages you've ever been.
Yet that's the thing...I don't feel any older than maybe 25 or so, at the oldest. 1978, the year I was born, just doesn't seem that far away, really. Not when you contemplate the age of our solar system, to say nothing of the age of the universe itself. It makes this lifetime--and all the other lifetimes before this one--look like the blips of Earthly existence that they are. Being an old soul like I am is paradoxical like that. It can make a person feel both quite old and quite young at the same time.
And yes...I have fun thinking of things like that.
Pax Felinum (Peace of the Cat),
Kat ^.^
"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing." -- Blaise Pascal.
I would have written that in the original French, but since it is not likely many folks who see this post would be able to read the language, I still would have had to provide a translation...so what would have been the point, other than I simply like to read stuff in languages other than my native English? :P
For fun, you ask? Yeah, pretty much.
Does reason know anything of fun? I'm beginning to doubt that.
Does practicality, based on reason, know anything of fun? Again, highly doubtful.
Am I tired of worrying whether anything I do is based on pure reason, logic, and practicality? Most definitely.
Because I am at a point in my life where, should a particular Time-Lord-ish character materialize in this real-world life, with that glorious blue box of his, and offer to take me on an adventure, I'd say, "Oh, hell, yes!"
Because I am tired of trying to measure up to other people's expectations of me, and therefore beat my own psyche to a pulp trying to please them.
While I might link to my other blogs, which are more geared towards earning some dough, this blog is likely not going to have much to do with those other blogs, unless the posts are fun!
Of course, things like Tarot, astrology, and any other ways I geek out are fun for me. I'm a regular "Hermione Granger."
But sometimes I think I get too serious even about the things I find fun! I end up worrying too much about whether I'm "doing something right" and let the fun of what I love doing slip right through my fingers. And I can just hear Ron Weasley say, quite rightly, "Mental, that one! I'm tellin' ya!"
Which is rather odd, because later on in the "Harry Potter" movies, Hermione's patronus is an otter! And even if you don't know the deeper animal symbology, you can't help but associate otters with fun and cuteness overall. I mean, reputedly, these little creatures hold hands.. er...paws, when sleeping, so they don't drift away from each other. How can you not love such adorableness?
So, the fact that Hermione's patronus is an otter is telling of just how playful she needs to be, in order to balance out her seriousness.
And otter has been showing up in my animal cards lately, so I figured I'd best pay attention and remember to loosen the heck up already. To be truthful, I associate "Mary Poppins" with otters. You know, that whole "Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down" concept. I think if they made an entirely animated version of that movie, like Disney did with "Robin Hood", they need to draw Mary Poppins as an otter. I would so. Totally. WATCH THAT! :-D
The fact I have spent the last three paragraphs talking about the lovely creatures is telling me something.
Another reason I created this blog is that I was inspired by a character in a show I've been rewatching on Hulu. I got to thinking that while writing the blogs I have set up to make some dough are great, I really need to have a place where I can just talk as though I'm talking to a best friend.
Problem is, while I really wanted to get a regular paper journal for doing just that: writing everything that happens in my life--just a fun "spill-the-beans" kind of journal, I found absolutely zero journals either at Wally-world or at Books-a-Million that had enough pages for a low enough price with a cover I really liked for sure. And paper journals, while classy-looking and fun (I was eyeing the ones that had to do with France, I confess), end up being filled completely at some point, and I just don't have the space to store used-up journals. To say nothing of the fact that when the thoughts come pouring out, my handwriting gets seriously messy. Messy to the point of me not being able to read my own writing, which really, really bites. :P
Plus, with paper journals, you can't upload videos to them like you can with electronic media. :-) And if my heart has her way, I know which videos she'd want to post first, because the videos in question have to do with France...and a particular character from that country...a character whom I have loved since the musical came into my life 22 years ago, thanks to Andrew Lloyd Webber--and my dad, who bought the tapes for me for my birthday. He's a character I've actually dreamed about, going down into his subterranean home and telling him precisely three words...I bet you can guess what those words are.
And while I know the difference between fact and fantasy, my heart doesn't seem to care if he's fictional...my heart only knows what she feels...my heart only knows what she resonates with. My heart only knows a kindred soul when she meets one, however fictional he happens to be.
And because of those more or less heartfelt feelings...it goes back to that quote by Blaise Pascal I mentioned at the very beginning of this post:
"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing."
Which is why I've got three fan-fic stories going and I've got a splendid idea for a fourth!
I'm 37, and I am writing these words as if I'm a teenager again.
But on some level, I'm still that fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who is longing for a companion *other* than her parents. One might say I have some issues, but then...do I? Especially if one also considers the words of the late, great Madeleine L'Engle, who once said that getting older is not really quite so bad, since you're still all the ages you've ever been.
Yet that's the thing...I don't feel any older than maybe 25 or so, at the oldest. 1978, the year I was born, just doesn't seem that far away, really. Not when you contemplate the age of our solar system, to say nothing of the age of the universe itself. It makes this lifetime--and all the other lifetimes before this one--look like the blips of Earthly existence that they are. Being an old soul like I am is paradoxical like that. It can make a person feel both quite old and quite young at the same time.
And yes...I have fun thinking of things like that.
Pax Felinum (Peace of the Cat),
Kat ^.^
This Is Another Test...
This blog is way too empty...
Way too much of an echo in here...
You could hear a pin drop...*ping*
...Yup...too empty...
Way too much of an echo in here...
You could hear a pin drop...*ping*
...Yup...too empty...
This is a Test...
This is a test of the awesome blog known as "Beyond the Notebook."
If this were an actual post, the text would be twice as silly, twice as fun, and maybe have a TARDIS land in the middle of it all, and a tall skinny man would pop out and say "Aww, I wanted to be ginger!"
If this were an actual post, the text would be twice as silly, twice as fun, and maybe have a TARDIS land in the middle of it all, and a tall skinny man would pop out and say "Aww, I wanted to be ginger!"
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