I've been listening to Abraham for eleven years and every time they say things like "you are supposed to have contrast, it's a good thing" I nod my head sagely and agree. And then I throw a tiny little fit when the contrast happens. Because, you know. Contrast.
Just a tiny fit. I never, ever throw a big fit. *cough*
Today I'm so very happy because I get to be home. Yesterday I had to be out. And all of a sudden it hits me. I am enjoying this moment so much because of the contrast yesterday.
I ponder this as I do the dishes and that's when I remember the time the cleaners didn't show up. They had to cancel because someone was sick and it was hard to reschedule (well, they were happy to reschedule but I thought "Nah, let's just skip this time, that way we don't have to get up and get out of the house and, after all, I can vacuum and clean....") and then...
There was no vacuuming.
And no cleaning.
And the house got really dirty.
And by the next time the cleaners came at 10:00am, instead of the up-and-at-em-go-go-go rush of getting a homeschool family out the door at 10:00am after picking up the house so the cleaners can find the floor ("they're here put that down and get in the car!!!") it was this instead:
:twirling in a long floofy dress:
Because the cleaners were coming and the house would be cleaned and all we had to do was go somewhere fun while they cleaned it.
Contrast made the twice-montly cleaners extraction a joyful, amazing, beautiful thing.
Which means, just eleven short years after I learned about the Law of Attraction I really got it. I'm not the one who is going to secretly master the life of no contrast. I'm not going to reach some level of enlightenment where it is revealed that contrast is an illusion and I'm now above it. (Muhahaha. Assume the Buddha pose.)
Contrast. Is. Awesome.
But here's the kicker. I realized today over those dishes the one thing I didn't even know to ask for. You see, when I read about the concept of contrast I was picturing, well, contrast. And that means a lot of things, none of which are good.
It never occurred to me that I could ask for....
The perfect amount of contrast.
I want the perfect amount of contrast.
Which would be no more contrast-y than a busy day followed by a nice day at home. (I'm guessing.)
That's what Abraham says when they say you can live a life where contrast is only the difference between boredom and elation.
Huh. They weren't kidding.
You don't even have to dip down into feeling overwhelmed let alone writhe around in revenge, anger or depression and the change and appreciation and growth still occurs in the miraculous epiphany-awesome way I love.
So yes, instead of secretly pushing against contrast I will embrace the perfect amount of contrast.
Like right now.
Right now I want to stand up.
There, that feels better.
How about you?
How does your life change when you allow the perfect amount of contrast (even if that's a lot less contrast than you've been having?)
I hear birdsong!