My Life in Words
My Life in Words
Thanks for joining me.
This plot is twisting faster than that lone leaf on the tree outside my window. For some strange reason it is spinning. Have you ever seen a leaf do that?
Well, I'm here to tell you what I've been up to.
I've written a course called Come On Baby Light My Fire, and if you stick with me to the bottom of the page you will have the opportunity to read the first module, the Introduction for FREE.
While going through a course called The Trailblazer this thought hit me—I want to write a course on Success.
This course, I thought, will be a tad bit different from the many that are out there. It will be on Believing you can do, be and have your heart’s desire.
That is live where you want, with whom you want, doing what you want.
Isn’t that the Ultimate Success?
What’s the use of all those How-to books, courses and workshops that are streaming past our vision on emails, ads, bookstores, and just about every place you look, if we don’t believe it is possible to live the life of our dreams.
For you who have been reading my blog know that in the last post I told of going on my own writer’s retreat in Hood River where I did complete the course. I was so jazzed that I almost believed there would be a red truck sitting in my driveway when I got home—complete with a registration in my name.
I said “almost,” for I didn’t really ask for it, it was an example.
Some “experts” say, that one’s psychology is 80% of the battle in living the life we choose. If that’s true, then we better get busy clearing the path to our greatness.
Here I am talking about success, when I hear that people are more interested in #How to build a website, or #How to start a blog, or #How-to make money blogging than in any success-oriented material.
Whoops, I blew it.
I’m not offering information on how-to Blog, write, conduct seminars, get ten thousand followers, or build that gizmo you’ve dreamed of for so long.
I’m here to get a shovel and help you dig away the debris that is standing in your way, and then you can learn to blog, or make money, or whatever it is you want.
I began a website titled Without Chalk for I liked the idea of it, and I figured the people taking this course would be sincere, without chalk. But when I began writing the course it named itself, “Come On Baby Light My Fire.”
And as I consumed copious cups of coffee while writing it, the coffee seeped from my fingers onto the keyboard and forced me to name the modules Latte's.
Number One through Six.
Come on Baby Light My Fire is a journey into self-discovery. It is playing with the Universe, for I believe that once we begin, and believe, the universe conspires to help us.
Everybody wants to be successful. Yes, I mean everybody.
The sad thing is that along life’s pathway many of us forgot our dreams. If we do remember them, we don’t believe they will work, so we stop the effort necessary to achieve them. (Remember what plans we had as a six-year-old?)
It takes more than positive thinking to get things done. It takes action. The positive thinking will make it fun, and as you could see from my course, Believing is the most important component in achieving life's dream. After that comes the action.
The great powers of the universe do not plant dreams into your heart and soul without also giving you a way to achieve them.
If you can dream it. You can do it.
Don’t argue with me.
The world is a naysayer. If you tell your big fat dream to your family, friends, teachers, they most likely will tell you to be reasonable, and follow the prescribed route. Artists starve, they say. You’re not likely to be a painter. Those other folks can do it, you can’t. You don’t have the talent or the smarts. You need a job.
So, we hide those dreams away in some secret place, and have fantasies about how life could be. And then we become disgruntled, depressed, and angry. We ask questions such as, “Why am I here? Is this all there is? How come some people can live their dreams while I end up in some no-end job?”
People need food, shelter, a mate, and one more component. They NEED to create.
And I don’t mean only the arts, for most of life can be creative, cooking, yard work that can be called landscaping, day to day tasks, “Snap the job’s a game.”
Don’t we rush home from the “job” to do our “puttering?”
Maybe puttering is the job.
Imagine doing the thing you would do without pay, yet still get paid for it.
I think of the woman who liked to watch soap operas. Her creativity led her to create the TV Guide, where she could write a brief plot recaps for those who missed one of their Soup episodes.
I don’t think the folks who believe the world is their oyster are depressed.
The six-module course, Come on Baby Light My Fire, will focus of re-wiring our brains so we can live the life we want, where we want, with whom we want, and doing what we want.
Isn’t that the Ultimate Success?
Thanks for reading.
If, after reading the first module you have any suggestions, input, or ah ah's we would love to hear from you. jewellshappytrails@gmail dot com.
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As I write this, I am sitting in a toasty Hotel room overlooking the Columbia River that is all gray and forlorn, but doing its forever song as it makes its way to the ocean.
I have a ground floor room with a sliding glass door leading out to a grassy strip that has a skim of snow on it, and beyond that is the river. The room is because of Sweetpea my little dog. People with dogs get a ground floor and an exit outside to the grass. A nice dog-friendly hotel.
My daughter at home took four days off work so we could make this trip, as I am normally at home with my grandson. But today, I am here.
I have this room because we thought we were going to a memorial on Saturday in The Dalles, Oregon, about 25 miles away. Since I wanted a couple of days as a writing retreat, I booked a room for myself Thursday and Friday, and then for Saturday when my husband and daughter would join me.
Severe weather warnings frightened people off as many were driving from a distance away, and so my brother postponed the memorial.
My eldest daughter opted out, and my husband decided to reschedule our time in The Dalles when we planned to see his family. So, here I am. Perfect. Now I get four days instead of two.
It’s what I have been asking for, time to myself to write and read. Time alone with only my dog and myself to care for. I feel like the scene from the movie Mary Poppins when she interviewed with Mr. Banks, while outside a North wind came along and blew away the competition.
Remember nannies sailing through the air, skirts billowing, feet in the air, umbrellas turned inside out?
As I watch the river, I see a little duck, tiny in that immense flow, paddling upstream. At first, I thought he/she (I can’t tell which), was staying in the same spot as the current flowed steadily past her little body. Now, that’s a strong current and a big river while that duck is but a teeny little-feathered creature with only her internal insulation to protect her against the bracing cold. Soon she away from my view. I don’t know how she is managing, but clearly, something she or he, wants is upstream, and that little duck is determined to get there.
While I don’t want to be foolhardy in staying here instead of going home before bad weather breaks, as is predicted, this is too good to pass up.
I am working feverishly on my course, Come on Baby Light My Fire, reading and having a blast, drinking coffee, and processing whatever debris I have blocking my road to success. I was so excited about one of the processes, I expected to see that red truck I pretended to ask for sitting in our driveway when I get home. (It was only an example).
If you hear that I was lost in a snow back, know that I went out happy.
Hey You all,
How about a little help from my friends.
I must sell 200 copies of my book or they will drop me like a S'More too long on the fire.
I’m setting a goal of 200 for one month. That will be June 23.
Find the cheapest book The Frog's Song available, Kindle, physical copy. I don’t care for I’m more interested in book sale numbers than money.
Make sure you get the correct Frog Book, there is one that sells for $135.00.
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
I know new books are damn expensive these days, can’t help it, it’s the nature of the printing process.
However, look at it this way:
The Frog’s Song is worth every penny.
It took ten years to hit the shelves!
Ha ha, I love you guys whether you buy or not. People who stop here are the greatest.
'Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.