“Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.”–Plautus
I’ve missed you guys. I’ve been busy polishing up E-Cubed, the follow-up book to E-Squared, and decided that since I haven’t been here on the blog for awhile, I’d post a brief excerpt from the new book.
It’s from an experiment about how our words have power and how they prophesy the future.
In a nutshell, it’s an experiment to prove that you can’t talk lack and poverty and expect an abundant life. You can’t continue to harp about how bad everything is and expect it to get better.
When I turned 50, I threw my hands in the air and basically decided that my life was over. My many years of being a tall, hot blond were about to come screeching to a halt. Or at least that’s what I kept telling everyone.
Having supported a friend who is older than me through menopause, I knew good and well what was coming. My skin was going to wrinkle and shrivel up, my ovaries would do a disappearing act and my emotions were about to compete with the Coney Island Cyclone for number of ups and downs.
I was like Paul Revere, riding my “woe is me” horse through the night, “Menopause is coming. Menopause is coming.”
One day, while rigorously going through yet another book on how to cope with this horrible affliction, I finally got it. I am prophesying the future with my words and expectations.
My insistence on looking for signs of impending doom, my repeated chants of “Is it me? Or is hot in here?” were paving the way for a difficult transition into a new phase of life. Even the name of this very natural life cycle (crone, anyone?) lays a stone in the road ahead.
I snapped the cover of that book closed, called my friend and said, “Thanks for loaning me that book on the symptoms of menopause, but I’m coming over right now to return it.”
From that point on (except those times–yes, Taz and Jim, I did occasionally still get bucked out of the saddle), I began to declare and still declare to anyone who will listen:
“My best days are ahead of me.”
“Girl, you are looking SO GOOD today!! (that’s when I was talking to the mirror)”
“I’m getting stronger and younger-looking every day.”
“Health is flowing through me like the River Jordan.”
Joel Osteen tells the story of a high school buddy of his. This guy was the star of the football team. He had thick, curly hair. What we girls used to call “a real hunk.”
Every time, Joel asked him what he was up to, he’d say “Oh, not much. Just getting old and fat and bald.’
“I must have heard him say that 500 times,” Joel says. “I hadn’t seen him in 15, 20 years and ran into him the other day. And you know what? He ended up being a whiz at predicting the future. He was old and fat and bald.”
Pam Grout is the author of 16 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality.