One of my biggest crosses to bear is doubt. Fear doesn’t faze me much any more. I can just say “Oh I’m experiencing fear. Well, that means: shoulders back; do it anyway!” But doubt…that little sucker just plagues me.
I began to notice how deeply buried inside my mind it was nearly ten years ago. Recognition is the first step, you know. Before that, I was in a stew of a fog about why I was so uncomfortable. I began to recognize my discomfort fell into two tubs: doubt and fear. As I said, I have a grip on fear, but doubt…. that’s story #2.
Once I recognized that there were doubtful thoughts going on inside my mind, I next had to find some kind of a fix. What to do? Who to talk to? Where to go? I had already learned a lot. I had already unfolded quite a bit of understanding. Could I take what I had learned, what I understood and actually use them to get a grip on my doubtful thinking?
For me, asking questions IS MY SAVIOR so I began to ask myself questions. What IS this doubt? What do you think will happen if you allow it full sway? If you want to do x and you have doubt about it, can x ever materialize? In the area of obesity, doubt has the loudest, brashest, most insidious shouter of a voice. As I’ve cleaned up many other areas in my life, this doubt voice about healing obesity through mental means alone really began to stand out. I could see it clearly.
“Shut up!” “Quit it!” “Oh no you don’t!” These are some of the things I said to my Doubt Voice to get it to quit. “You’re better than this doubt, Patty.” One of my favorite Mary Baker Eddy quotations is “Error discovered is 2/3rds corrected and the rest dies from inattention.” I HAD discovered it. I called it by it’s name every time I recognized it. Over the years, the Doubt Voice has gotten weaker in some areas and in some cases, has quit entirely. But in this area of obesity, it’s still yakking. Whenever I point myself at proving that All if Mental, Good, and Individual in this area, it begins to talk. Now of course, I know there is no “it.” That “it” is ME talking to me.
So what do I do now all these year later? I reason with myself. I ask me questions. I try to take it to the extreme limit. Like “What if you never prove it’s all mental, good and individual in this area. Does that mean that without a proof, your premise is wrong?” No, it means I’m still in the middle of proving it’s accuracy.
I can manifest whatever I want in my business, in my home, in my life in general and I do it through a strictly mental process. Obesity is my weakest link. I’m working to do it in this pew too. When My Cats Have Seen Me Naked is published, you can read about just how you can do it too, and maybe your success will happen before mine. I’d like that.
My Cats is 50% proofread. Soon! Soon!