I am reading an excellent book right now called “Outrageous Openness, or Letting the Divine Take the Lead” by *Tosha Silver. The inner cover of the book reads “what if the Divine is constantly igniting road flares to get our attention? What if there actually is a Supreme Organizing Principle with an unbridled sense of humor? And what if we each have this ardent suitor who’s writing us love letters every day that often go unopened?”
The book is easy to read; each chapter is about two pages long, and covers such topics as “Giving It All Up,” “Own Your Own Power (Or Someone Else Will),” “Mundane Miracles and Other Mysteries,” “Be Who You Are, Really,” and so much more. In the chapter called “Following the Inner Lead,” it explains thinking inside the box (versus thinking outside the box).
This chapter reminded me of when I was smart enough to assign a day and time limit on my worrying (I have my PhD in worrying, plus an advanced degree in DmN [Driving Myself Nuts]). Tuesday night between 6pm and 7pm was my official “worry time.” I would save up all my worries for that time—I would write each worry on a slip of paper and store them all in a box so that I could be ready for my weekly worry time. Come Tuesday night at 6:00pm, I would read the worries out loud, then think of a possible solution. If my solution was good, I’d start putting it in place and throw away the slip of paper.
But that, like so many good ideas, gradually went by the wayside and I stopped doing it. Then a dear friend lent me “Outrageous Openness, or Letting the Divine Take the Lead” and I started my worry box again. So whenever a worry comes into my mind, I write it down and pop it into the box. When the worry or problem starts niggling at me (usually when I’m trying to go to sleep), I can now say, “it’s in the box. It’s done.”
For example, the Crankee Yankee and I have been a one-car family for quite a while now. He has a wonderful old Toyota T-100 red truck he loved, but over the years it has become harder to find parts, and of course things have gone wonky on it here and there. So there it sits in our driveway with a big “For Sale” sign on it. A friend of ours has a truck to sell that the Crankee Yankee would love, but in order to buy it, he needs to get a certain amount for the T-100. So far, no takers.
Therefore a note regarding this has gone right into the box; it says that the Crankee Yankee HAS a good working truck. The “has” is important, because we know he NEEDS a truck–and we want him to HAVE a truck. Get it? This is the way things get done in my humble opinion–you put the worry/issue out there in the universe, do all you can to encourage the right thing to happen, then forget about it. The positive intention is now out there, virtually broadcasting the Crankee Yankee’s needing to have a working truck.
Please note that I said “do all you can to encourage the right thing to happen,” emphasis on the “do all you can” part. Regarding the truck, we have advertised, have spoken to interested parties, and have the truck right in the driveway with “For Sale” signs. It isn’t that I believe that the perfect truck will magically drop down from the heavens because we wish it so. It’s simply that I believe that the universe, the divine lead, whatever you wish to call it has loads of abundance for us all and is just waiting to be asked to give it to us.
That said, I will let you know when the Crankee Yankee has a good working truck. In the meantime, the worry box is filling up, and my mind is emptying out.