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Mind over matter, don’t knock it

Belief in oneself is of utmost importance if you want to live a fulfilling life.

Not simply just convincing yourself that you can do this or you can accomplish that. It’s about stripping away sinews of doubts, fears and perceptions down to the bone of the fact that you can do whatever you damn well want. Yeah, sure it’s easier said than done yada yada … but it does not change that it is true.

“Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t–you’re right.”― Henry Ford

I remember this in the nick of time when I’m sizzling and popping in that frying pan and catching myself just before I fall into the fire. But living on the edge all the time is exhausting and it ages you.

The thing is to remember this every day, and I might have to scribble it on a sticky-note and put it up in my room. Bit by bit etching it into our consciousness, like developing a sort muscle memory.

And there is power in this epiphany. That’s the power that’ll push us through some terrible times, that will keep us lean in times of plenty.

We need every bit of it we can get.

Photo credit: Aksonsat Uanthoeng

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Daily Prompt: Now

Write a post entirely in the present tense.

The Daily Post

Two thirds of this is factual, just so you know.

Comfy cozy.

Comfy cozy.

It’s not surprising I hadn’t slept last night. My sleeping patterns aren’t healthy, surely, but tell it to behave why don’t you. I drag my drowsy lump of a body up the stairs then to trudge along to my room with a defined yawn stamped wide on my face. It hadn’t been hot out today that I should be compelled to reroute to the bath immediately. I want to crash so badly. Just before I reached the door, I stop in my tracks. My nose twitched. Breath in again. Again, deeply this time. It’s going to rain. The fresh, untamed scent riding on the wind carried a whiff of smoke, but little of that. I’m torn: stay there statue still till the heavens descend in all it’s condensed glory or to just beat it.

Then suddenly … I wasn’t slumped with exhaustion that much anymore. Needle. And I need some thread. Why these odd urges come to me at these odd moments will forever mystify me. There was a small pile of undergarments to be mended. Certainly, they cannot wait any longer. Why me? Why couldn’t there be an urgent secret meeting of elemental magicians that I need to attend somewhere? No such luck. Continue reading

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