Today I was greeted at home by this piece of junk mail on our coffee table. Normally, I ignore this wastedump spot in our house because it’s littered with pointless distractions, gimmicks, and maybe every once in awhile a bill or notice I want to avoid.
Today however, I stopped in my tracks. Sometimes the Universe speaks through the oddest medium. This afternoon it was this piece of eye catching waste trying to manipulate my fingers to open it, I didn’t. Instead, I extracted the value of the thought, got the message, and completely ignored the underlying gimmick.
The trash can is still your destiny, Envelope!
It’s my job to Love myself
I’ve been thinking a lot about love. Not romantic wine and roses kinda love. Another kind of love. I call it changing poopy diapers kind of love. Wine and Roses is pretty easy…poopy diapers not so much.
Sometimes I have to change my own poopy diapers. In fact isn’t that the task of adulthood? Changing your own diapers… (it’s a metaphor, go with it)
conscious knowledge of one’s own character, feelings, motives, and desires.“the process can be painful but it leads to greater self-awareness”
I decided to write what should have been on the inside of that piece of junk mail.
This is the Universe it’s our pleasure to write you today. A wise Sensei once said
“The first in importance is, love God with all your passion and prayer and intelligence and energy.’ And here is the second: ‘Love others as well as you love yourself.’ There is no other instruction that ranks with these.”
Now give yourself every advantage; because today for a limited time, We are providing you with an opportunity to transform poopy diapers like this piece of Junk Mail into gold…and if you act now, maybe even Bitcoin.