The Old Man, the one who is NOT part of this work, the one who refused for years to embark upon any great journey, the one who historically has been ready and willing to just give up and to use the excuse of ‘self-care’ to do so, the one addicted to stopping…..this one is the Old Blue Print. This one is the one who settles and who is tossed about as a small ship on a wild sea. I call the old Blue Print the LURKER. I do not believe it operates alone. It has been watching…..patiently waiting for the opportunity to SEIZE POWER once again. Displaced. Angry. Unhappy. The Lurker sits……watches for the perfect opportunity to rise up against that new creature who has been successfully invading its prized territory.
Last night, it saw an opening, and quickly conferred with its generals. They all agreed. That fool of a woman stayed up until 3am working on a project. She was tired. The invading force was losing ground. The propaganda campaign began. Soft whisperings designed to comfort, to sooth. “It’s OK to just go to sleep. It’s 2:30 in the morning. You have a long day tomorrow………SLEEEEEEEEEEEP……..SLEEEEEEEEEP.” BUT NO!!!! The new Blue Print, the LOOKER, delved deep into the infinite resources available to her and with joy and jubilation, read aloud her DMP and GS, then collapsed into sleep.
The LURKER is not so easily discouraged, especially when an opening has presented itself. The Generals continued to confer, and finally, they all agreed. DESPARATE MEASURES WERE NEEDED. It was time to RELEASE THE KRACKEN!!!! The next morning, I awoke with a severe sore throat, a stuffy head, sneezing, coughing. The whisperings grew louder, more insistent, more persistent. “You’re sick. Take care of yourself. Stay in bed and rest and get well. It’s just one day……..”
Charles Haanel states “This knowledge can be gained only by making practical application of this information. We learn by doing. Through practice, the athlete becomes powerful.”
So, yesterday, in spite of razors cutting my throat from the inside-out, sneezing, sniffing, coughing, pounding pain throughout my head, I succeeded in winning the three short races of the MKMMA Marathon. At day’s end, in spite of the body feeling like death warmed over, my Spirit experienced authentic power to determine my life, to set its course, to fulfill my purpose and destiny…….all because I persevered.
Stay tuned for the Next Installment of The Great MKMMA Adventure: THE UNSTOPPABLES!