Positive Affirmations~ INSPIRE

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Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes and cannot tell the difference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What we continually think about eventually will manifest in our lives.~ Sidney Madwed~

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These repetitive words and phrases are merely methods of convincing the subconscious mind.~ Claude M. Bristol

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Positive affirmations! What an awesome little arsenal at our disposal… and they are simply words we string together, spun in a positive light, all in an effort to get us out of the negative mental ruts we get ourselves into. They don’t possess voodoo, nor are they cast into spells… they are simply words formed into short sentences to offer encouragement, positivity, joy… arranged in a way to (hopefully) put a smile on your face, make your heart happier and lighter, to INSPIRE.

When at a low, I search these affirmations that I find relatable to my personal experiences. For, I want happiness… just as every other soul I know. Not a single person would choose to suffer.

I encourage you to find a little positivity in each and every day. It can be as simple as getting outdoors for a walk, stopping to smell the flowers along the way, listening to your favorite music or better yet, sing along to it! Get a good workout in… whether playing your favorite sport (running, hiking, or cycling for me), or just hitting the gym. Doing so will create endorphins, our ‘feel good’ chemicals. You can utilize an app on your phone to send you positive affirmations daily… or better yet, grab a stack of index cards, your favorite colored pencils or markers, and make your own! Hang those bad maamas on your bathroom mirror, your fridge, hang them all over the place to help you feed your brain with some positivity for once. Read them CONSTANTLY… and within time, those thoughts will become YOU.

It doesn’t happen overnight, but it will happen. Be patient! I know there isn’t a cure-all for everyone, but why allow misery to dwell in our minds… because I can ensure you that the thoughts you incessantly feed to yourself, they will be the thoughts watered and flourishing. The negative thoughts need to get weeded out… replaced by the good.

Be gentle on yourselves… show yourself the compassion and grace you give to others you love. Shouldn’t you show that same love to your “self”… the one who no doubt needs it most?

Keep checking back as I plan to add positive affirmations on a regular basis.

** Always remember…. whatever it is that you “feed”, that is what will always grow and flourish. Always.

 

©thebipolarmuse2018

IceBox Canyon

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For two weeks we built a friendship from a common ground… our mental health. It was innocent, yet something kept drawing me to you. I would have to refrain from writing to you CONSTANTLY… I just wanted to crawl inside of your mind and learn who you were, who you wanted to be.

Then we decided to meet.

A hike to appease the fire inside of us… to have the time to really dive into each-others minds.

We met on common ground to travel together to Icebox Canyon.

My heart speeds up now at the memory of getting out of my car and seeing you, the physical you I didn’t really remember on our first meeting. I remember most the feeling you ignited within me… I remember your curly short hair, your athletic build, the easy smile that reached your eyes and lit up my world. Butterflies at the memory of your embrace… I can still recall the way you smelled, how my body melded to yours, still innocent and unknowing, yet treading on completely new feelings, a new energy never experienced before. I could feel an electrical surge… darts of energy diving off my body, surging into yours.

I could have lived forever in that embrace… and yet, that was just the beginning. I expected to be nervous yet I was not… I was something entirely different… yet I couldn’t recognize it yet. You played “Hero”, and extended your hand… I took it into mine… the electricity that shot into me was intoxicating. I could feel your energy combine with mine, a reverberation that I could feel to my bones, and I could FEEL you. The walls I built were not in place with you… somehow you broke through and the intensity of your Being grasping for me took my breath from my chest. Your energy and mine chased and followed, filling me to the brim with a feeling that I can only describe as feeling “whole”… no longer depleted of the fire I thought I lost long ago. With purpose you played that song… changing its memory forever within me… never again would it be associated with devastation, but instead, a new beginning… in that moment of feeling your energy burn into me, a new hope was created. When you removed your hand from mine, its absence was immediately felt… and it was unnatural.

The conversation came easily… excitement was overflowing. The trail was just as easy, and yet for one reason or another, once it got slightly steeper I reached for you to find you reaching for me… who reached first?? I thought I did, yet you tell me it was you. We remained in our bubble… pink arrows showing the way… the blue sky brilliant with whispy clouds passing quickly through. We sat against rocks, skin on fire with each others touch, my barriers collapsing around my feet… and I wanted them to stay down. I wanted to let you in.

I got lost in your touch…not just the way you touched me, but the blaze that erupted from how I felt touching you.  I could see the looks from others who knew what we would still come to realize… they could see the magnetism, the energy we exuded, they could see we were meant to be… your care in my safety and in making sure I was comfortable with each step. I saw it clearly in their gaze, the knowing smile of their lips. And still, as I noticed them, I was hopelessly lost in you. My head on your chest… I would sigh… “I could listen to his heart beat forever”. THIS WAS NEW. UNEXPECTED. INTOXICATING.

The sun is disappearing from the sky, evening falling fast… I beg time to slow. I am not ready to release you yet. We drive… in silence… my mind racing and asking “what the hell is this”… this can’t be real. The radio plays… a sadness looms. I feed off your emotion and feel a new feeling… desperation. When will I see you … I MUST see you again… I can’t wait till Thursday, I think I could possibly wither away. Tuesday it will be…

I watch you pull away… Oh my God could this be? The cynic in me crumbled… He is the mate to my soul… Later you wrote… Serendipitous. I smile to myself… I am going to ride his lightening bolt.

That boy is mine.

©thebipolarmuse 2018