Law of Attraction

This is no secret muthahhh fuhgahhhs

August 6, 2013 by MsCheevious

The fact that I’ve been fighting off a bout of some muthahhh fuhgahhhn dizziness is no secret. The cat is out of the bag.

Fighting is a good word for it. I’m about ready to unleash the flying monkeys on that badass muhthaaah fuhggahhn dizziness. Why? Because dammit, I will not stop doing what I love or need to do because parts of my body do not want to cooperate from time to time. I’m over that shit.

So today, wobbly as I was, I went and kicked some ass at my regular workout (a video of what I do is here). I am also a certified trainer in this hell-but-love-the-results workout.

I did it despite the vertigo for two reasons: 1) because this is what we must do, if we do not want to become FAT, wobbly Jabba-the-Huts; and 2) This weekend is my high school reunion, and I want to ROCK IT.

But while I was working my ass off (no pun intended, but it’s relevant), I was telling the instructor (who knows about all of my surgeries from the last couple of years) how not only have I been struggling with this damned vertigo, but I was in two car accidents within a span of a week, which caused some severe whiplash. She responded with an appropriately astonished “Oh my GOD!” So, I replied, “Yeah! It’s as if something out there wants to “get” me! I tell ya!”

Then she did it. The thing I hate to hear from people who think they know why you got sick, or you had to have surgery, or take out a loan, or go bankrupt, or whatever… She said that “law-of-attraction” speak… something like “Not if you “Secret” that thing away…”

I quickly laid it out for her and said, “Oh… don’t you worry. I’ve got that thing down. I’m all for it.”

But really?

That just annoys me, because I could whoop her ass in the law of attraction department, like I invented it. Seriously. I was telling myself and my thoughts what was what way the f*ck before the book or movie “The Secret” was even a spark in someone’s mind. I have lept and SEEN the friggin net appear before my eyes, so when she tried to “correct” my line of thinking… oooh… she was just lucky I was otherwise detained and trying to maintain balance on the machine of pain and death.

I hadn’t even told her about the horrendous fall I took during the Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood book cover photo shoot (I spared her the shock and awe), which only compounds my theory that there are forces we know not of at work sometimes, and we have to be on top of our game. Perhaps that would have shut her up.

Suffice it to say – I’ve got this shit people. And when you’ve got it (the Secret plan… the Law of Attraction… the Visualizing and Creating stuff), and all your bills are paid, and you have actually manifested the shit out of every detail in your life, and never had a cold or gotten sick – well then, maybe you are in a place to “correct” my thinking.

I’d better go take some hormones before someone besides me gets hurt.

Shake Your Groove Thing

February 7, 2009 by MsCheevious

Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah yeah.

Show ’em how we do it now!

Hello there you incredibly beautiful, vibrant people! I trust after my “Brand Spanking New – Year” post, you’ve had an incredible week, commanding your world. Am I right? I certainly hope so!

It has been a FANTASTIC week for me. And I mean that in the true sense of the word:

Merriam Webster defines the 14th century word, Fantastic as:

1 a: based on fantasy : not real b: conceived or seemingly conceived by unrestrained fancy c: so extreme as to challenge belief : unbelievable ; broadly : exceedingly large or great2: marked by extravagant fantasy or extreme individuality : eccentric3fantastic : excellent , superlative <a fantastic meal>

By fantastic – I mean definition “c” above: My week was so extreme, as to challenge belief.

Ya’d think that someone who wrote with such conviction about not ascribing to the whole worry and fear campaign sweeping our nation could go on from that and have a phenomenal week – one without drama or circumstance, wouldn’t ya?

The truth is, the drama was mostly within ME. But hang on a minute with me here. This story does have a point – and you’ll know why I’m saying to shake your groove thang in a bit.

It’s not that I had such an unbelievable week. I had a week of incredible extremes – emotionally. And no, I don’t mean the girly “Do I look fat in this dress?” or “Why don’t you ever tell me you love me?” type of emotional extremes. Those are girly extremes. I guess I don’t DO girly. No, for me it was emotional on that same level I warned about last week. I was extremely worried in one moment, and on top of my game in the next, fearful the next, but happy and content most of the way through. I woke up not just one morning, but a few mornings with a feeling of incredible fear of what might happen. I had thoughts that somehow I was not good enough to be where I was financially or professionally, or whatever. That I didn’t deserve my reality, as good as it was, and perhaps the challenges I was facing were deserved, and life as I knew it was about to change. Everything I thought about was the antithesis of my reality, and of my normal thought patterns. It was stupefying and ridiculous, I know.

So why would I be singing “Shake Your Groove Thing,” you ask?

All I can say is the one thing I did NOT do was lose my grip on the sense that I am better than “all that.” On the fact that I know I attract what I want, what I do, what I say, and what I am determined to be. I really do. I always have. I have watched it happen time and time again in my life – almost as though I were watching stop action film footage of the events.

I knew all along that no matter what I FEEL, I AM the one responsible for what my world has become. I knew I just needed to continue to stay focused, to put it out there, and to TRULY know it to be true. I needed to be strong and make things happen.

So when I was faced with my own final challenge this week I did it. I pulled myself up by my boot straps. I pumped my brain full of all the things I needed to be armed with. I surrounded myself with influential people – who would remind me of how to think. I put my armor on (in my case it was a hot little business suit) and I went in prepared, knowing that everyone involved would be fortunate if I chose to be involved.

Things went so well – it was everything I could have asked, and more. So, on Thursday – the day I normally write and send this blog off into cyberspace – I went from tenuous soldier to champion within a matter of hours. But I tell ya – it feels good to be a champ.

And THAT, my friends, is why I am saying to “Shake Your Groove Thing!”

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You are incredible. You are dynamic. And I am thankful for you and your thoughts.

Have a FANTASTIC (And I don’t mean extreme – unless you want it that way) weekend everyone!

Love you people! Mmmmmmppphuuuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Brand Spanking New… Year

January 29, 2009 by MsCheevious

One little statement.

If only we could grasp the power of one little statement.

Think about it. If someone had intervened – and made a statement of protest – when a little Serbian company (called Zastava) decided it wanted to make cars, and then chose the name Yugo, perhaps they would have come up with an altogether better name – something really cool like Autobahn, or Millennium Cars. And after such an intervention, just MAYBE that little company would have sold millions of cars in the United States – all because of one little statement like “Uh, hmmm. That’s kind of a dumb name.” Who knows? Maybe they would have gone back into their focus groups. That’s all I’m sayin’. Instead the Yugo was voted Car Talk’s worst car of the millennium, and never made it past 1991 in the U.S. When the plant closed in Yugoslavia, in November 2008, they had only sold a total of 794,428 cars. (Of course, this is all from Wikipedia. One can never trust that as a viable source). But I digress.

I told my girlfriend Brit the name of this post yesterday (Brand Spanking New… Year). She, being the bright, witty individual that she is, made this little statement, “Isn’t it a little late?”

Whatever. I’m not changing my post’s title. That focus group stuff only works on big companies with no real connection to the real world! Do you really think I’d succumb to the pressure? PUHHH-LEEZ.

If you are new here, welcome! Happy New Year! Happy Brand Spanking New Year! These posts are normally fun, I promise. But don’t let that scare you away. You may find this one fun, in its own way. But we, as a collective community, DEFINITELY have a lot of fun here. Posts tend to be a little flirtatious, flippant, frivolous — anything but ultra-serious. But today is a little different. I’ve been away for a while – traveling for the holidays and for business. My last post was some time ago, and somehow I am back with something that is very important to me – so I am going to address it. Here.

I realize it’s nearing the END of January, but I’m just getting started in this new year, and from the looks of things, we all need a little mood BOOSTER. ALREADY!

So, here I – Ms. Cheevious – am coming to the rescue, with not just ONE, but SEVERAL little statements that are meant to remind you of how GOOD you have it, and perhaps provide you that little mood booster and motivator you’ve been looking for.

It’s the New Year, and it is TIME for some house cleaning people! You know what I mean? New Year, New Time, New President — and now — it’s time for a New Attitude.

Think about just this: Every day we get ANOTHER BRAND NEW set of opportunities to make something happen for the better (for ourselves and for others)!

I’m on a mission. I would love to get a consensus of all you lovely people reading this – but I know better. Life is short, and busy, and we all get way too many e-mails, text messages, snail-mail, bills, voicemails and every other type of communication (on multiple platforms) – it’s just not right to expect people to take a survey or answer questions in their very valuable spare time.

So, instead of asking what you think, I am going to take a huge leap here and assume I have the answers. Did you expect anything else?

So, what happened people?

What has happened to our overall sense of pride and ambition?

What is it that caused this overwhelming sense of fear, and worry and dread that seems to have permeated our beautiful country, and why is everyone succumbing to it? Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s so obviously present, you can almost touch and taste it.

What made you lose your nerve – your jutspa – your moxy?

When did you lose the gumption to be determined to succeed, in spite of or regardless of what your friends, the economy, your co-workers, the DOW is/are doing?

THIS IS AMERICA – remember? Regardless of what economic state, or what state of mind our country (or the rest of the world, for that matter) is in, this country – THE USA – the land of the free and the home of the brave – is STILL the best country in the world to live in. I don’t care what other people (even famous celebrities) say or think. We still have more opportunities, and enjoy the freedom to succeed and become whomever, or whatever we want – whatever we put our minds to – more than anyone in any other country in the world.

How can we so easily fade and crumble? Why does it seem like everyone is perpetuating this negativity that is invading our consciousness and our psyches? It seems you can’t go to coffee, the drug store, stand in line at the grocery store without someone shooting a statement like this out into the air, and into my ears: “Yeah. They probably won’t be able to hire me. It’s a tough economy! ” Here I am. Little ole’ me, minding my own business, trying to remain positive and determined to succeed, and I am being verbally, mentally and emotionally accosted by statements like that on a CONSTANT basis!

Is it the rising tide of economic doom that floods our airwaves everyday? Or was it simply 2008? Was 2008 a bad year for you?

Awe. I’m so sorry. Poor Baby. Get over it. 2008 is gone. Bye bye.

Okay – so I may sound like your mom, or my mom – well, hell, SOMEONE’s mom – but I remember the stock market crash of 1987. Black Monday, October 19th. Stories started circulating about stock brokers jumping out of their windows when the market crashed. I was oblivious to the financial consequences, in a sense. Okay – I was like 22 years old and had no money to put into the stock market.

I wasn’t oblivious to the worry and fear that laid like a thick blanket over the country, though. But hey, I was a single mom. Allowing fear of the stock market crashing and jobs being lost to slow me down or inhibit my ability to provide a nice life for my son was not an option.

I was in business for myself, and believe me – I started to notice. I felt the pinch. It took a while. It was more like 1988, but my clients started combing over their invoices to see if I just might be over-charging them. If there was some way to pay me less. Some of my biggest clients really suffered and eventually even went out of business. But guess what? I found a way. Things changed, and I had to adapt. I ended up giving that business to one of my employees, and moving on to other things. But my life went on, and things turned out okay. I wouldn’t trade those experiences for the world, as hard as they were. They led me to who I am today – to where I am today.

You’d think with that experience under my belt that I would be telling you a different story today. You’d think I would be on the side of the gloom and doom that has infiltrated our minds. I have the right to do it I suppose, if anyone does, because I have been there before. I lost business over it before.

But I won’t promote those things. The bad economy and all that entails has absolutely nothing to do with my own personal happiness, success, health or well-being. It has nothing to do with yours either.

Remember those people from a few paragraphs up – the ones who said “They probably won’t hire me because it’s a bad economy”? I so want to say to them, “Yeah – you’re right. They probably won’t hire you. You’ve already decided your fate here. Why WOULD they hire you? Why don’t you just give up and quit talking and bringing everyone else down with you?” I don’t mean to be harsh – but GEEZ. It isn’t just the economy, people. WE have something to do with it – with our lousy attitudes, and the things we so readily agree to.

So – okay people. It’s time for a reality check.

I saw a movie today that reminded me of how good we have it here. It was based in India. Those people live in slums. Real slums. And yet, they have joy. They keep going and living, and making a life for themselves. Sure there is poverty and sickness. There always is, when humans are involved.

It’s just that I am awaiting the grand entrance of HOPE. I am waiting with baited breath for the moment in time when we all feel the veil of mental worry lift from our homes, communities, cities and country. It will be a truly incredible day when we can look back at this time and be glad we stood strong, and didn’t let things bring us down. Better yet, how much better it will be if we now, somehow find the focus, strength and determination to succeed and do exceedingly, abundantly better than ever, in spite of the current situation? That my friends, is something I plan to do. At least I’m working on it.

You can do it too. And you won’t be alone. I tend to agree that smart, vivacious, lovely people like yourselves can accomplish anything you put your minds to. So, do you care to join me? Let’s conquer this, and move on to bigger and better things.

Love you people! Mmmmmmphhhuuuhhhh!