Reprogramming would be easier if I
could quickly download positive programs into my mind. I would be
instantly transformed by the renewing of my mind. Unfortunately, it
doesnít work that way. Reprogramming is more like pulling the weeds and
planting the seeds. I must pull the weeds of my old life and plant the
seeds of my new life thought by thought.
I enter the garden of my mind with paper and pencil. I write down the
old limiting beliefs that I want to uproot and the new positive beliefs
that I want to plant. The paper and pencil help me pull the weeds and
plant the seeds. When I write new beliefs on paper, I increase the odds
of success. The palest ink is stronger than the most powerful memory.
If I donít write them down, my new beliefs will fly away, and I will
forget they ever existed.
Thoughts are hard to capture and keep in my mind. My best ideas flash
by at the speed of light; they are there for only an instant before they
are gone. But if I write an idea on paper, itís mine forever. A paper
and pencil keeps me honest and focused on my task. There is no better
way to pull the weeds and plant the seeds in my mind.
naysayers come to me with their load of negativity and limitations, I
know why they are there. They want to clip my wings and force me into
When the world pops me into its mold, I never come out as an eagle with
the ability to fly. I emerge from the mold earthbound with wings of
God designed me to fly like an eagle. If I don't load myself up with
burdens, I can soar for my entire life. I will not let the world clip
my wings or force me into its mold. I will fly like an eagle.
REJECTING THE CALL OF THE GOLDEN CAGE
For all my adult
life, I've heard the call of the golden cage.
Each day I faced the same choice; live the golden life or step into the
The golden cage has many benefits, but the hidden liabilities are even
greater. The only way to buy the golden cage is with the currency of my
youth, and even that payment isn't enough. To live inside the golden
cage, I must mortgage my health as well.
I tell myself that someday I'll escape the golden cage, and I'm right.
I'll either hobble out in my "golden years" or they'll carry me out when
my life is done.
But the golden cage is not for me. The siren call that beckons me
onward is the sound of my dreams. Don't look for me in a golden cage,
because I won't be there.
The world is my home, and wherever my dreams take me, that's where I'll