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I had one of those days today. The universe just couldn’t stop telling me “no”. I woke up and attempted to do one of those Staples EASY rebates and found out somebody on Decatur, Georgia beat me to it and stole my rebate. After 45 minutes of being vectored around Staples customer unservice I gave up and just took the damn paper shredder back. Again with the irony (see Monday’s post). I got hacked while putting my information out there buying a 14-page, crosscutting paper shredder! Ahhhhhhhh.

Then I got a big "no" from a college conference I was applying to. So no Mr. President. I disagree with your plan to give free community college to people. Of course with no gigs at the college campuses I won’t have any taxes to pay and won’t have to chip in for tuition anyway. So I guess the point is moot. But still. AAAARG.

Finally after several stinky men and near fiscal mishaps I decided to cash out my poker chips in Atlantic City and head out to tell you folks about my day. Because it’s a lot of responsibility writing for tens of people. I was at the cashier after pocketing my modest win when the overhead comes on and the floorperson announces “Ladies and Gentlmen the Bad Beat Jackpot has just hit.” I missed getting my share by five minutes. ARGHHH$^$%@!!  

Just when I thought things were on an upswing in my life I crash into a brick wall. It is hard not to go down with each unlucky brick. “Screw you THE SECRET! I AM thinking positive!” 

But one of my Gurus introduced me to new-thought author Wallace Wattles who wrote a book in 1910 entitled The Science of Gettting Rich. In it he states that “<span "font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"helvetica",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:="" "times="" roman";color:#141823;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"="" style="color: rgb(132, 133, 133); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">To think according to appearance is easy; to think truth regardless of appearances is laborious, and requires the expenditure of more power than any other work man is called upon to perform.<span "font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"helvetica",sans-serif;="" mso-fareast-font-family:"times="" roman";color:#141823"="" style="color: rgb(132, 133, 133); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"> There is no labor from which most people shrink as they do from that of sustained and consecutive thought; it is the hardest work in the world.” 

<span "font-size:10.5pt;font-family:="" "helvetica",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"times="" roman";color:#141823;="" mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"="" style="color: rgb(132, 133, 133); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">What he means is you have to keep thinking positive with your vision for the future intact regardless of what you see around you. When you are having a bad day doing this really sucks balls. But I’m trying. Maybe old Wally was right. However he subjected his family to extreme poverty while enduring his countless schemes and failed runs for political office and died untimely at 51 a year after he wrote the damn book. So who knows. 

<span "font-size:10.5pt;font-family:="" "helvetica",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"times="" roman";color:#141823;="" mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"="" style="color: rgb(132, 133, 133); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">But his daughter Florence is quoted as saying that in his last years, "He wrote almost constantly. It was then that he formed his mental picture. He saw himself as a successful writer, a personality of power, an advancing man, and he began to work toward the realization of this vision. He lived every page. His life was truly the powerful life."


And that’s one to grow on.