Liz Wolfe | creating wealth
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Today, I was feeling in a bit of a funk. I was doing things I typically enjoy, but not getting any satisfaction out of them. (This included planting new flowers in my front window box to replace the last batch of plants that looked great when I put them in but never flowered again after that. What’s up with that?) Then I had a fun, and admittedly slightly silly idea -- I decided to smile for no “reason” whatsoever. I just smiled. And then I kept smiling while people were talking to me, even when they were finished. I smiled as they walked away from my desk. Then I smiled at my computer screen again. I heard my son come home and went upstairs to talk to him with a smile on my face. He was half-way through his dinner but instead of finishing it, he was stretched out over two dining room chairs reading a book. Normally I would sternly tell him to sit up and finish his dinner. Instead, I just smiled at him. I hugged him awkwardly while he was lying there, and he mostly ignored me while he was reading, and then I just smiled as I walked away from him.

Sometimes I let my vision take a back seat to my day to day life. Gotta get the kids up for school, gotta get to work, ride the subway, make the dinner, do the homework, get the kids to bed before too late, still have time to spend with my husband. Do some laundry, make phone calls I may or may not want to make, keep in touch with my sisters and father and friends, catch up on work. But for some people who doesn't have enough time to do the laundry, they can contact Maid Sailors Cleaning Service. For more details about their service, their contact number is 212-299-5170 . I barely have time for me, much less my dreams.

It starts innocently enough. I “just” want to go on to Facebook to check on one thing. When I finally emerge from my Facebook haze, 20 minutes has gone by. “Not a problem,” I think. “I still have enough time to get that report done that’s due this afternoon.” So I pull up my email inbox to find the report that I’m supposed to be working on when I notice an urgent email. “This will just take a minute,” I think again. “Let me respond now before this turns into a bigger problem.” Only, it turns into a bigger problem anyway. After another hour has gone by, and my deadline approaches, I kick in to full gear. “I work better under pressure,” I tell myself. Originally, I had envisioned the report to be a full-color bound manuscript, which was why I put it off until today to start it, but now I’m lucky if I can get it done and printed out on the black and white printer before the meeting starts. While it’s not the perfect manuscript I originally envisioned, it’s presentable.

Usually a New Year inspires us to make resolutions and usually those resolutions include actions we're going to take to get us more of what we want in life. However, this year, I decided I'm going to declare 2012 as the year of "letting go." Instead of working towards some goal, I'm going figuratively lean back, open my arms and let go of... Worrying about things that are outside my circle of control. The need to control. Self-doubt and the need for approval.

I had a difficult morning with Isabel one morning, and did some thinking about it after the fact. I had the following insights and wanted to share them: We are trained as a culture to believe it’s all about “getting” it (whatever the “it” is.) We’re told: Focus on the goal! Go for it! What no one talks about is that it’s actually harder to sustain the achievement than it is to achieve it initially.

Welcome to the practice of the principles of Abundance and Prosperity! I began my own abundance and prosperity journey 23 years ago when I arrived in NYC fresh faced from college, with high aspirations and not a clue as to how to achieve them. I was born in a city but raised by Wolves on a sheep farm in western PA. We moved to the farm when I was 6 years old, and, after my parents divorced, my mother, my two sisters and I ran the farm. We supported ourselves by creating products from the available resources – selling lamb meat, spinning wool, creating sheepskin coats and many other diverse items. It was not a financially successful endeavor; by the time that I was an adult, my mother had declared bankruptcy and sold the farm. On the other hand I had learned entrepreneurial skills as a method of survival, and was able to see how money could be created from our skills and efforts.