Once upon an evening dreary, as I surfed weak and weary over many a webpage of forgotten lore….
Did you know Edgar Allan Poe's birthday was January 19th? It was. He was born in Boston in 1809.
Now that you can add that to your bits of useless information for trivial trivia purposes….
And this post is dedicated to my oldest, and certainly one of the most dearest, friends, Jen.
My friend Jen has been touting things like What the Bleep Do We Know and Rhonda Byrne's The Secret for as long as we reconnected in 2009. Of course, Jen's pretty much always lived by the credence "what you send out into the universe is what comes back to you" even when we were kids. She's especially annoying encouraging when I start griping about my lack of love life. "If you just stop looking, it'll happen." Easy for her to say. She's pretty, bubbly, outgoing, cute and thin (I'm all of those things but thin. I know my own limitations). And I know everyone says it, I do. But waiting for Mr. Right or more realistically Mr. Right For Right Now to come along is an exercise in futility when I spend most evenings running errands, at the laundromat, or at home (though I do hold out hope for my bald neighbor).
I'll even admit that I bought The Law of Attraction written by Esther and Jerry Hicks once. I'm pretty sure it's packed in a box in my mom's basement though.
So one night, relatively recently, I was bouncing around on in Never Internet land when I came across an article on Yahoo's Shine, which then led me to oprah.com. It was an article entitled "The Magic of the Soul Mate Wish List" and was written by Arielle Ford. I have absolutely no idea why this particular article would speak to me (insert wayyyyyy too innocent facial expression here).
Also linked to this article were two more of it's kind published in the February 2008 issue of O, The Oprah Magazine. "Have You Created Your Magic List Yet" by Martha Beck, which was written in correlation with Alice Gorman's "The Love List."
To summarize, you create a list of qualities you're looking for in a mate. The more specific, the better. Alice Gorman's list had 100 characteristics she was looking for and included something about charcoal colored socks (I can't remember if that was a preference or if her mate should dislike them). So you create this list, write it down on paper. Think long and hard about it. Take as long as you'd like to create this list. Stick it in a special but out-of-the-way place. Don't put it on your refrigerator under a magnet. Place it in the box that holds a pair of Manolo Blahniks or something.
And then fugetaboutit.
Let the universe do it's work. In the meantime, be the sort of person you want your ideal mate to be. If you want your ideal mate to be a football lover, then become one yourself so you have something to talk about. Me? I judge a team based on their tight ends. Or perhaps you want a golfer so that you can have some time to yourself on a Saturday morning. Someone who will make you laugh, but not cry (in misery). Someone who wants to slice and dice while you season and sautee. A passionate lover perhaps?
Oh come on, you saw that one coming from a mile away!
Some people advocate burning the list once you're done with it. Literally sending your list out into the universe as it were. Others recommend tying it up in pink or red ribbon, like a scroll. Alice Gorman buried her list in a box in the closet.
Whatever you decide to do with the list once you're done creating it is your choice and yours alone. Or you could take a poll on Facebook. Who knows. But once the list is complete, do with it what you will, fugetaboutit, and go on living your life.
Now obviously, sitting at home on a Friday night waiting for this divine creature to call isn't going to work if you ignore any and all invitations, have your groceries delivered, become agoraphobic, and what not while you wait for Mr. Right. Of course, doing the exact opposite and searching for every Mr. Right in the produce department of your local Kroger isn't exactly giong to get you far either. Especially if you come across as the creepy stalker.
And whatever you do, don't think that sleeping with the married man from your office is allowed while you wait for divine intervention! You'll get divine intervention all right, and let me tell you, Karma's a bitch!
No, none of that. Just go on being the unique, glorious individual that you are and trust that the Universe is looking after your best interests.
If you write it, he/she will come.
Guess who's doing a little experiment? Updates to follow.
And here's to you, Jen! I'm putting out into the universe what I hope to get out of it. And if you want to lend me some of that Flying Wish Paper you have, I'd gladly accept. 😉
P.S.- Cannot WAIT for next week's giveaway!