Friday, 23 February 2007

Day 3 - manifesting taxis

Small manifestation to report: Standing on street corner in Hammersmith. It is pouring with rain. Must have been twenty taxis passed me by.

Twenty taxis and twenty minutes.

I think hard about the yellow light. I focus completely on it. It is on top of a shiny, brand new London taxi. The driver is a classic London cabbie - full of chat. I am getting into the taxi and it is warm. There is a TV showing BBC comedy. I am happy.

What happens next?

You guessed it. No TV though...

Here's to a day of grand scale manifestation.

I have to go to the west end for some meetings . I am looking forward to seeing if the mayor's new congestion charge is working or not. My married with children friends Andy and Phyls were complaining yesterday that the new cost for Phyls to take their kids to school in Sloane Square has added an extra £5grand to their annual ‘household budget’ (does everyone have a ‘budget’ apart from me?). Presumably a Household Budget is all the money you have left over to spend on your family, after you have finished investing in ISA's, stocks and shares and seasisde properties!!! I must draw one up this afternoon. Actually I don’t really know if it was £5grand - I had drifted off by that point. But it sounded huge due to the nature of the shrieking commentary. It strengthened my resolve not to have children until I live in my own castle in the outer Hebrides.

What is the point in having children in your twenties? In fact, what is the point of getting married in your twenties? Even if you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love why not wait?

People should look upon their twenties as a ten year extension of their teens.

Last night I indulged in a therapeutic manifestation activity and created a vision board – a sheet with all the things I want in my life in 5 years time. From now on I will only do things that contribute towards making this life, and nothing that might detract from it. (I found a picture in a surfing magazine of a wise old man with a beard and a cool shirt. I cut him out and put him on my vision board – he represents the man who will turn my book into a best seller).

I may actually book a table and visualise an entire lunch with my funky older publisher.

Back later for a full manifestation report.

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