Several months ago, I was inspired by fellow blogger Robin to sign up for daily Notes From The Universe e-mails. These little nuggets of inspiration are sent out weekday mornings and contain pithy words of wisdom and lots of cheerleading from The Universe. “Rah, rah Dana– you’re amazing!” and “Reach for your fabulous dreams, Dana– you can do it!” sort of stuff. Things like that are right up my alley.
When you sign up to receive the Notes in your own inbox, you are asked to create a profile– basic things like your name and e-mail address, but also two of your most sacred hopes and dreams for yourself. These dreams have a character limit and need to be written out in a specific fashion so they can be inserted– proper grammar sort of intact– into special Notes every couple of weeks or so. Here’s the thing: Even though I’m fully aware that I personally created this profile for myself, I’m always secretly shocked when there are references to my biggest dreams within the daily Note. Sometimes I even feel tears springing to the corners of my eyes reading them, like, “OMG! How did the Universe know?!“ (It’s embarrassing. Yeah.)
Anyway. On December 20th, this was the Note I received from The Universe:
Hey Dana, great news!!!
Your new book sold out, again, “A Gorgeous Bright Serene Spacious Waterfront Home For Everyone!” Readers loved the chapter on “Acting As If.”
By the way, your publicist called and asked if she could bring her boyfriend to San Tropez?
And you said, “Darling, she can bring anyone she wants.”
Success has so not changed you,
Predictably, when reading this Note, I was all, “OMG! How did the Universe know that one of my secret dreams refers to a gorgeous bright serene spacious waterfront home? And as a tangent: how perfect is it that the Universe also has a penchant for using too many exclamation points? It’s a match made in heaven!!!” (Full disclosure: my true secret dream actually contains commas and personal pronouns when it’s typed out, all official-style, but my, oh my— I do love me some serenity on the waterfront!)
I’ll confess that I let out a goofy laugh when I first read this Note. Telltale tears also pricked the corners of my eyes (those emotional bastards!). I noticed Marty glancing at me with question marks in his eyes, so I tried to act all nonchalant and whatevs by… letting out an even more exaggerated guffaw. No words. Just guffaws. The sheer force of this way-too-loud laugh then squeezed out more tears from my eyes, so I was hee-hawing and half-crying at the same time. Classy moment alert!
Why was I even more awkward than usual when reading this particular note, you might wonder? Well, first off: I was thunderstruck by the “Acting As If” reference in this note. We all learned in “Manifestation 101” class that one of the best ways to bring about something is to “act as if” it’s already there. And guess what, dear readers? On December 20th, I happened to read my special Note from the Universe whilst checking my e-mail at a badass computer desk in a gorgeous, bright, serene and spacious waterfront home. (FOR REALZ!!!)
Yes! I am so on top of this “Acting As If” chapter! Marty and I are babysitting a dream home in Seattle for the holidays, so for two full weeks, I will be fully immersed in manifesting my own gorgeous home via “acting as if”. (You hear that, Universe? I am ON THIS! A++++)
Rational Me has the unfortunate tendency to be rendered breathless/motionless by questions of affordability, practicality, and “trying to figure it all out”-ity when thinking about gorgeous and spacious waterfront homes. However, House-Sitting Me thinks nothing about pushing the “PH” (PENTHOUSE!!!) button in the elevator– after all, that’s where I live right now. It’s simply a matter of fact. (Delicious, marvelous FACT!)
Logical Me doesn’t dare to dream too big when it comes to serene homes with an expansive view of the Pacific Ocean, lest I crush my own heart with disappointment and unfulfilled expectations. However, House-Sitting Me has lots of fun pretending that this super awesome PENTHOUSE SUITE is mine for keeps! (We’ve already designated Marty an inspiring studio room here and I’ve even called dibs on my office space… not that either of us are working on holidays, mind you.) House-Sitting Me is really great at playing make believe and isn’t personally invested in things working out one way or another. Let’s enjoy this place to the max while we’re here!
Serious Me would never dare to “make a place my own” while looking after it for somebody else. (In fact, Serious Me’s head would barely graze the pillow each night while sleeping– we wouldn’t want to actually sleep in the bed that’s made for sleeping!! That would be preposterous!) However, House-Sitting Me– that savvy she-wizard!– made a joyful ritual out of banishing any “non-me” items to the unused bathroom on Day One. Out of sight, out of mind! Those items will sit in quarantine for two weeks, all by their lonesome, but will magically and perfectly appear in their exact right places on the evening that our house-sitting duties expire. (Until then, this house is 100% mine!)
Stodgy Me wouldn’t dream of “going overboard” with this penthouse suite experience. Sure, it’s nice and exciting and all, but mum’s always the word when it comes to Stodgy Me. No need to bring it up in random conversations, right? However, House-Sitting Me… well, how do I put this delicately? House-Sitting Me is SUPER HARDCORE about enjoying this penthouse suite. (“Guess what, strangers I’ve never met before? I LIVE IN A PENTHOUSE SUITE! Hell, yeah!!”) Moreover, House-Sitting Me gets the EFFIN’ GOLD STAR for savoring **Every. Single. Moment.** spent in this gorgeous, bright, serene, spacious waterfront home. House-Sitting Me doesn’t care if it seems ludicrous. Or outlandish. Or excessive. Or shallow and materialistic. House-Sitting Me loves everything about this penthouse suite and might just shout that from the top of this gigantic ferris wheel:
And you, dear readers? How are you planning to spend the holidays?
Anybody want to swap Penthouse stories with me? (Not those kind of Penthouse stories– the G-rated ones, obviously!)
I love getting the notes from the universe too. Sounds like you’ve got acting as if sewn up.
In this situation, yes, it seems that way. (In other situations, I still need practice acting ‘as if’!)
Hope you have a great festive season, Lisa. Merry merry!
Likewise and best wishes for the New Year!
Ah, what a grand adventure! Good for you! Merry Christmas to you and Marty, and best wishes for a wonderful new year, too!
Same to you, Cindy! I hope you have some holiday adventures of your own, and all the best as we ring in 2014!
Dana, heck I got tears in my eyes reading YOUR note! You go, girl. Reach for the stars and keep that heart wide open. (I think that has something to do with manifestation–keeping the heart open.) So happy about your penthouse vacation. We’re headed for Georgia bright and early tomorrow morning and I would like to manifest some good traveling weather, if the Universe might comply. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to you way up there in the sky!
Well, let’s all “act as if” you have fabulous, vacation-worthy weather, and maybe the Universe will comply! Heck, if we can manifest a penthouse, I’m pretty sure you can manifest some sunshine. Do eet! 🙂
I hope you have a safe and restful holiday. Looking forward to connecting again in the new year!
I, too, love getting my Notes from the Universe! May this holiday season smile gently upon you and yours, and may the New Year bring you light and joy.
And remember how we were talking about Shawnigan Lake? Here’s a link to Terrill’s work and my review (impression) of it. Enjoy! https://plus.google.com/u/0/+TerrillWelch/posts/P9PiYgcmMF3?cfem=1
Likewise, Laurie. I hope you and Len have a beautiful Christmas together and that you both continue to shine into 2014 and beyond. 🙂
Looking forward to checking out that link– thanks for sharing!
Ooooh! Fancy, Fancy — Looks like a fabulous holiday!
(Why would anyone need that many air fresheners?)
Come on, right? The only time I’ve ever seen more fresheners in one place is at the store. Like Costco…
But other than that, the holiday is AH-MAZING! We rode that Ferris wheel today, and I somehow managed to make nice chit-chat with our gondola-mates WITHOUT mentioning the penthouse. Crazy, right?
My favourite part of this: it looks like the ferris wheel behind your head in that photo is some sort of halo!
Happy New Year! 🙂
Why would anyone want a regular, standard-issue halo when they can be graced with a FERRIS WHEEL HALO? Truly, penthouse living has it all! 🙂
PS: Glad you noticed that! I was going to point it out, all infomercial style, but left it to be discovered by discerning eyes only. (VIP Eyes, if you will.) You can now add “VIP Eyes” to your resume!)
YES! VIP eyes! That is exactly what my resume was missing. Thank you!
Yer welcome. Always happy to help! 😉
I am so in awe of house-sitting-you making things happen like this. The Universe better sit up and take notice of Dana – whoop, whoop!
ps the penthouse -owners either have serious stink-a-phobia issues, or they’re Glaid Plug-in distributors. Yuck.
It’s truly delightful to have opportunities like these, Peg! (Dear Universe– can I have some more, please?)
These friends actually started out as clients of Marty’s artwork, so I have him to thank for this particular opportunity. I’d be happy as a clam hopping from luxury house-sitting gig to luxury house-sitting gig! (Again: Universe– take note!)
And yes. So many fresheners! I discovered the other day that even the *garbage bags* are vanilla-scented! Eep! (It must be like a drug, though– if you are accustomed to the smells, you need more and more of them to have the same effect. But if you never use plug-ins or fresheners, man– the effect is overpowering!)
I am so far behind, but wanted to stop by and thank you for the mention. I love those Notes From The Universe, too, and sometimes find myself shocked (because I FORGOT, until reading this, about filling in the two most sacred dreams for myself…doh!!). That is a beautiful penthouse apartment, and I fully understand the dichotomy between the Acting As If person living there, and the pragmatic regular life person. M and I once lived in a posh flat in Notting Hill (London) for a summer, with beautiful furniture and artwork and a beautiful, way-above-our-means neighborhood and shops, but for that summer, I had no troulbe Acting As If. 🙂
Yay! I’m not the only one who can rise to the “Acting As If” occasion if given the requisite luxurious surroundings. 🙂
Thanks for stopping by (nice but not necessary if it’s a stress for you), and thanks again for the introduction to Notes From The Universe. I love them!