my trunk runneth over

Last week I as at Guerrilla Business School in Orange Country. I learned a lot about running a business, negotiation techniques and more on marketing from successful multi-millionaires & billionaires. It was fun, I promise.

With all the information that was exchanged last week, there's one tidbit that's still ringing in my head like the "dental plan/Lisa needs braces" scene from the Simpsons circa 1993. I can't remember which speaker shared this, but apparently the state of your car trunk is a fairly good physical representation of one's mind.

If that's the case, then I suppose my life makes a lot of sense. My trunk is STUFFED with various things, some useful, some not - but really when I go to find things in there it's total chaos. Especially at night when actual visibility is at a minimum. Also, my friends & comrades who see the state of my truck find it ridiculous.

Metaphorically speaking, I'm not doing myself any favors keeping my trunk in this sorry, disorganized, overfilled state.

For all the amazing learning I was able to do last week, what I really need to is clear some space for all these teachings to land. One of the most resonant things I learned about a running a business so far is to do some Spring cleaning when things get out of hand.

I'll keep you posted if I become an overnight guerilla business genius after cleaning out & organizing the ass end of my car.

a 'Lá Fhéile Pádraig' kind of message...

Today, on this gorgeous, gloomy day, i feel inspired to share a private note I received earlier this morn.

The slate's been wiped clean, the past has released its grip, and before you sparkles eternity, yearning for direction. Krystyna, all that lies between you and the life of your dreams is just one teeny, tiny, gentle, little rule. Only one condition, prerequisite, principle that matters.

This caveat of all caveats is that absolutely nothing can be anything until it is first imagined. Thoughts become things, nothing else does. And so, Krystyna, it's the thoughts you choose from here on out that will become the things and events of your life, forevermore. It is written in stone. There's no other way. It's your ticket to anywhere you can dream of. Your passport to abundance, health, and friendships. The key to the palace of your wildest dreams.

Your thoughts, and your thoughts alone, will set you in motion. Your thoughts will yield the inspiration, creativity, and determination you need. Your thoughts will orchestrate the magic and inspire the Universe. Your thoughts will carry you to the finish line if you just keep thinking them. Never give up. Never waiver, doubt, or ask.

Aim high.

That you've even received this Note, that you're able to read it through, means you are so close. So extraordinarily close. The hardest work has been done. The wars have already been waged. The lessons have already been learned. The journey, now, is for home.

Ain't no Blarney,
The Universe