Just another lucky day

Friday the 13th has always been a lucky day for me. Maybe that’s because as a teenager I went through that rebellion stage where I wanted to think and do the opposite of everything I was told.  That included making Friday the 13th be a lucky day for me.  I see now that by me doing that, I was each Friday the 13th constantly looking for the positive aspects of the day.  I was anticipating days before wondering what kind of good things would come my way.  So was it really my lucky day, or did it just become my lucky day due to my belief that it was and my expectation that it would continue?  Either way, I won.

Oh Andrea, are you singing that old tune again?  “Expectation and belief determine your future experience.“  Yeah, yeah, yawn, tell me something I don’t know…  Well, if you know it, why aren’t you acting like it?  If you expect dollars to flow, are you talking about the possibilities of that with friends?  Or are you talking about everyone who’s out of work and how bad the economy is?  Either way, simply take note of what you’re saying with friends and what experience you have in the days and weeks to come.  Just notice the cause and effect your words and thoughts have.

If you really know that your expectation and belief determine your future experience, is there any reason not to spend time deciding what fun things you’d like to be doing in the next week, the next month, the next year?  Is there any reason not to spend some quality time daydreaming about that?

Daydreaming is an easy mode of creative visualization.  Daydreaming, fantasizing, pretending.  Pretending is important: “pre” from “ahead of time, before” and “tend” for “intend”.  So when you are fantasizing and pretending, you are intending in advance what you’d like your future experience to be.  You are vibrating in resonance with it and attracting it to you.

The earliest known documented reference to Friday the 13th in English occurs in an 1869 biography of Gioachino Rossini: [ Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring and affectionate friends; and if it be true that he regarded Friday as an unlucky day, and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday, the 13th of November, he died.

I don’t find that remarkable at all.  It’s a demonstration of the law of attraction at work.  Had he feared Mondays at 9:00am, as many heart patients have, he would have died then, as they do.

I prepave that forevermore my Fridays the 13th will be filled full of wonders, new friends and new opportunities.  I’ll bet yours will be, too.

And to me, that’s also the key to a recession proof life:  Just prepave your tomorrows with what you’d like instead.