Day 42: You Can Heal Your Life

This is an extract from Louise Hay’s You Can Heal Your Life.
It was the book I came across many years ago that set me on a path of recovery and I mention it in Off The Rails.

“Love comes when we least expect it, when we are not looking for it. Hunting for love never brings the right partner. It only creates longing and unhappiness. Love is never outside ourselves; love is within us.
Don’t insist that love come immediately. Perhaps you are not ready for it, or you are not developed enough to attract the love you want.
Don’t settle for anybody just to have someone. Set your standards. What kind of love do you want to attract? List the qualities in yourself, and you will attract a person who has them.
You might examine what may be keeping love away. Could it be criticism? Feelings of unworthiness? Unreasonable standards? Movie star images? Fear of intimacy? A belief that you are unlovable?
Be ready for love when it does come. Prepare the field and be ready to nourish love. Be loving, and you will be lovable. Be open and receptive to love.”

As a confirmed bachelor, I am still working on the forgetting bit long enough to encourage Love to sneak in and surprise me! As regular readers of this blog will know, however, fitting Love into my life at the moment when I already have two books and a baby screenplay to look after, would present a slight logistical challenge!

Last night, I had my teleconference, which was more intimate, being smaller than usual, and very instructive. It has helped me target the media outlets that I hope to gain a regular contributor spot on. It was also easier with less people to have a more personal approach with the others last night and good to know that we are all on our individual paths to publication, and share a community-type spirit. Writers are such individuals, so that meeting and interacting with others takes on a greater importance.

I managed to deal with some of the dozens of emails in my inbox but they kept coming in even while I was on the computer. And that’s not including the relentless dozens of illiterate invitations to buy Viagra and related spam. I remember with nostalgia the days when I first had an email address and envied those with full Inboxes, thinking ‘I’ll never know that many people!’ (NB: To all publishers, friends and spammers: keep ‘em coming; I’m only fooling around!)