It’s true. I’ve been running and listening to a bit of old school Ice Cube and NWA. #nojudgement. For reasons I won’t go into, I was running off, sweating out a bit of frustration.
Wait…
I’m prettying this up, and I’m not even sure why.
I was running off some unadulterated anger.
Releasing it…
Sweating it out…
POUNDING
–something–
into the pavement.
And Easy E’s words, “I’m a sniper with a hell of a scope” rang in my ears.
And I remembered my Grandad…
sitting on his back porch,
with his trusty (and rusty) old rifle.
In a MOMENT that nearly took my breath away, I realized that I come from a lineage of CRAZY powerful “manifesters…” something I’d NEVER even considered before.
I mean, my Bonanza-watching Grandad
with his 4th grade education,
could HARDLY be considered “evolved” or steeped in some “new age” concepts of manifesting he’d NEVER heard of.
YET,
he had decided he never wanted to leave his house.
And so he LITERALLY died the very day we moved him out.
He showed US, right? #powerofthemind
And, the man could kill a moving rabbit
(which he ALWAYS made into stew)
using an OLD OLD rifle,
AFTER being declared legally blind.
Once, I asked him HOW he could hit a rabbit he couldn’t see. His simple answer… “I don’t know.. I just feel it.” #powerofthemind
My dad would say things to me as a kid that I ALWAYS “paused” over, but never really thought deeply on. Example: He’d come home after working for 36 hours STRAIGHT… and I’d sit on his lap and ask him…. how he didn’t fall asleep.
His simple answer, “I don’t know… I just decided I wouldn’t be tired.” #powerofthemind
He’d give me his coat on a particularly cold night…
leaving me with TWO coats and him with NONE.
And I’d say, “I don’t want you to be cold.”
His simple reply, always said with an “I’m proud of myself” grin and usually a wink: “I’ll just think myself warm.”
This is circa 1985, or around that time. #powerofthemind
As I got older,
If I EVER complained about being cold or hot or tired… he’d respond, with just a HINT of irritation…
“Just tell yourself you’re warm… or not tired… or whatever.”
As if it were the most common sense thing he’d ever said…
as if it were SO obvious he shouldn’t have to say it.
They couldn’t explain it.
They just SAW it,
or FELT it,
or THOUGHT it.
And it happened.
It became their reality.
And I’m so proud of that.
Something I never thought to be proud of before…
Before ANY of this was cool…
or talked about,
or debated,
or commercialized…
my dad and grandad were using the power of the mind to create their reality.
I’m leaning into this today.
Because we ALL have this power,
to CREATE…
to SHIFT…
and to HIT any TARGET that we can SEE or FEEL.
As I ran, I remembered that I too am
— as they’d say in the country —
“one hell of a shot.”
The KEY, though, and I hope I can put this succinctly enough to be understood by ANYONE…
the KEY
is being ONE..
with the goal, with the target.
Please forgive the hunting analogy.
I never loved it myself.
But stay with me.
My Grandad FELT the rabbit.
This wasn’t a trophy hunt.
He FELT the rabbit.
He was one with it.
He was one with the gun he learned to shoot on when he was about 7.
There was no SEPARATION, no distance to close…
Even being LEGALLY blind was no obstacle.
He was ONE with the goal.
And he was ONE with the tool.
He didn’t shoot with his eyes,
he shot with his heart.
When I set a goal…
I become ONE with it.
I see it.
It’s not a trophy to me.
It’s PART of me,
the goal is an EXTENSION of me.
There’s no DISTANCE I need to close,
no separation…
and so I can shoot from the heart.
With remarkable precision.
And so can you.
But you have to take that goal OFF of the pedestal.
You’ve got to stop looking at it as SEPARATE from you.
You’ve got to become ONE with the goal itself,
so it’s an EXTENSION of you.
Name it,
Claim it,
BE it.
I am a goal sniper.
And my heart..
is one hell of a scope.
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