I Don't Think So

According to Wikipedia, The phrase Law of Attraction, although used widely by esoteric writers, does not have a consensual definition. However, the general consensus among New Thought thinkers is that the Law of Attraction takes the idea that "Like Attracts Like" and applies it to conscious desire. That is, a person's thoughts (conscious and unconscious), emotions, and beliefs cause a change in the physical world that attracts positive or negative experiences that correspond to the aforementioned thoughts, with or without the person taking action to attain such experiences. This process has been described as "harmonious vibrations of the law of attraction", although used widely by esoteric writers, does not have a consensual definition. However, the general consensus among New Thought, or "you get what you think about; your thoughts determine your experience".

So basically "thoughts are things"; as we like to say in our house. I am a firm believer and have personal experience in changing my thought process and focus to enjoy a specific outcome. I know there are critics out there that are saying I am full of poppycock; that is sounds like a bunch of psycho hooey. All I am really saying is that I recognize when I dwell on a particular idea, whether good or bad, it tends to come true.

For instance, when I was in high school I had a crush on a boy a year or two older than me. By chance we had a mutual friend and the boy and I ended up hanging out regularly within the "group". I was terrified of making an idiot out of myself in front of the boy and would imagine all of the worst case scenarios. One day after school, the boy and I, with a couple of friends were in the parking lot heading to our cars. It was winter and there happened to be some ice on the sidewalk. I bit the dust and landed on what would soon be my fantasy island. The boy, in front of me by a few steps, heard my thud and graciously came to my aid. So my worst thought had come true, at least we were friends at the time and I could laugh it off; in public anyway. I stewed over the embarrassment for days.

Another example: Like most of my readers, I have two feet. Not one is better than the other or bigger than the other. Each have five toes that are usually painted in an effort to feel girly while I dig in the rocks with my boys. Why is it that my vacuum is attracted to my right foot? It never fails that I will run over my own foot or have it run over by the cleaning devil. My poor right foot is not only subject to the vacuum but each time I change The Babe I take a risk. I now make a conscious effort to make sure he had nothing in his hands that can "fall off", or be thrown for that matter, off the table and some how land on the right foot.

A few years ago I started having knee trouble. The first knee scope was an unsuccessful attempt to fix what was later diagnosed as Rheumatoid Arthritis. It took a second flareup and a new surgeon to correctly diagnose me and do another scope. To date, the second operation has been a success. Although my new surgeon had to take more time to clean up the mess I had made for him, I am pleased and experience few issues.

As I look back on certain experiences, I recognize that my thoughts tend to take my experiences in that direction. The boy is a clear instance but the knee was not as easy to pinpoint. I came to terms with the fact that I was putting all of my energy into worrying about my knee and thinking; or preparing, as I like to call it, for the worst. The worst came true in that case as well. At least so far.

What got me thinking of this the last week was how accident prone I seemed to be. First I ran into a push toy and hit my "bad" knee. Big black bruise. The next thing I know I am playing "peek a boo" with The Babe. We are using a big blanket that I pull up in the air and then let it lay on him; you know the game. When we were finished I wrapped him in the blanket to take him to the other room to play with hubs and Little Man. Oops, forgot I moved the toy basket. My right foot is stuck in the basket while the left is trying to find its way over the basket. The Babe and I are no match for the wicked wicker. We fall. Hard. I of course fall on my "bad" knee and wrap it underneath me like a pretzel. The Babe is fine due to the blanket wrapping. Now I have multiple bruises and each day I feel a new one.

I don't think this was something I had been hoping for. So if thoughts are things; who is wishing bad thoughts on me? Who has a voodoo doll with pins in it and a name tag that says "Hello, My name is OurCrookedTree".

Special thanks to my editor A Bun's Life for noting that I in fact have five toes on each foot, not ten as I originally stated!