Day Ninety-two

Persistence will get you there eventually. I'm hoping the saying is true; it gets worse before it gets better. When I started this blog three months ago, I really thought things were looking up for me. My income was on the rise and my potential was limitless. Now, I'm not sure how much further I can sink. My resources are exhausted. I'm completely depending on a power greater than myself to shake things up and make something unbelievable come to pass in my life financially. I know it's possible because it's already occurred in my life where my relationship is concerned. Greatness is just around the corner. I'm sure of it.

Day Ninety-one

Never give up hope. Healing is a process. It takes time. There may be times when I feel like a complete loser, but there are times when I'm on top of the world as well. Wealth isn't defined by my bank account, neither is my personal worth.

Day Ninety

Time to get back with the program. I came down with a terrible head cold on Thursday and was unable to put two thoughts together for a couple of days. My brain tends to have a mind of its own sometimes. Financial strategies are not all this blog is about. Lately, I've been becoming increasingly aware of how interrelated various areas of life really are. Inner attitudes and beliefs leak out in every endeavor we undertake. Even if I received a billion dollars tomorrow, I wouldn't be able to enjoy it if my attitude is pitiful and beliefs are undeserving. The converse is also true. Even when I only have ten dollars to my name, I can still enjoy my life and absolute abundance when my attitudes and beliefs are loving and affirming.

I've heard it said: "Attitude determines altitude." I don't believe that's true. I think if my attitude soars, my altitude is no longer significant. 

Day Eighty-nine

They say it's always darkest before dawn. They say to suck it up and carry on. They say seasons will soon change into spring. They say there is an end to suffering. They say the tunnel fills with rays of light. They say to win you must keep up the fight. But I say I don't care; I'm not going anywhere. I say I'll stay right here; I won't give in to fear. I say I'll do it my way, and even if day never breaks, I'll still do whatever it takes.  I say I'll dance right through the storm and sing in the rain as it rages on. I say I might just float away. The creme rises to the top, or so they say.

Day Eighty-eight

Writing is a lot of hard work. It requires focus and concentration, two things my brain is not keen on at the moment. Life is a blur. My mind is lost in a haze of numbness and fatigue. I started a new blog today about addiction. I just got home from a women's retreat and was inspired to share. I hope to be able to reach out and bring the life-saving message of recovery to other struggling women. It's something I can do that requires no start-up costs, other than my time and mental fortitude, which is why I'm so depleted now. I'll try to be more on top of things tomorrow.

Day Eighty-seven

My needs are met with exceeding abundance. It's not too much for me to believe I can receive blessings beyond my wildest imagination. The more grateful I am for what I already have, the more I will be given the deepest desires of my heart, which all boil down to my longing to be a blessing to someone else. 

Day Eighty-six

The fourth annual women's retreat is this weekend. I managed to get a full scholarship to be able to go. I wish I were more excited about it. My brain hasn't been in a very good head space for a long time now. I'm still hoping I'll eventually find a decent medication that bring me around to feeling normal again, not normal according to everyone else, normal for me. I'm leaving in an hour, so I guess I'd better finish getting ready. I'm driving the carpool, so it's not like anyone will leave without me, but I don't want to keep everyone else waiting either.