Recently I stabbed myself with a knife at work. Days later it occurred to me that I hadn't had a tetanus shot in over 10 years. That night I looked up the symptoms of tetanus on the internet and over the course of several hours managed to convince myself I had contracted this disease with only a 25-50% survival rate. I even had stiffness and spasms starting to appear in my neck.
Never mind the rest of that tale. The upshot was, I didn't have tetanus.
However, I became interested in the power of my own mind to convince itself so firmly that I had tetanus that I had actual physical symptoms. I thought, wouldn't it be good to channel that power into something positive?
Oh yeah. Affirmations. Of course I'd read about them. Not my thing.
Still... before going to sleep, I lay in bed and told myself that writing was fun (which it hasn't been at all, lately), that I was full of ideas, etc. I spent a minute or so thinking about how much fun I would have writing tomorrow.
I had forgotten all about this when I woke up. However, I had this unfamiliar overwhelming urge to sit down and write, which I had to ignore as I had an appointment. I spent the next few hours immersed in ideas for a story, even pacing around town for half an hour for no reason except to think. When I finally got home, I wrote, and it was an enjoyable and worthwhile experience instead of something to be endured or avoided.
So I'm going to try this affirmation thing again tonight.
Never mind the rest of that tale. The upshot was, I didn't have tetanus.
However, I became interested in the power of my own mind to convince itself so firmly that I had tetanus that I had actual physical symptoms. I thought, wouldn't it be good to channel that power into something positive?
Oh yeah. Affirmations. Of course I'd read about them. Not my thing.
Still... before going to sleep, I lay in bed and told myself that writing was fun (which it hasn't been at all, lately), that I was full of ideas, etc. I spent a minute or so thinking about how much fun I would have writing tomorrow.
I had forgotten all about this when I woke up. However, I had this unfamiliar overwhelming urge to sit down and write, which I had to ignore as I had an appointment. I spent the next few hours immersed in ideas for a story, even pacing around town for half an hour for no reason except to think. When I finally got home, I wrote, and it was an enjoyable and worthwhile experience instead of something to be endured or avoided.
So I'm going to try this affirmation thing again tonight.