New Years REVOLUTION
People always talk about making a New Years Resolution. Psychologically, the idea of a new beginning gives us a sense of optimism and hope. That’s a great way to approach your life and the start of a New Year, with hope and belief that things can change. But did you follow through with your resolutions? Our initial enthusiasm gets worn down by the routines and patterns that we have established in our life. As the years progress we have in fact reinforced the notion that it’s okay not to follow through. We have grown accustomed to our behavior and don’t hold ourselves accountable. We, in fact, know that for the most part we will not follow through with our resolutions.
So why do it? Screw resolutions, let’s have a REVOLUTION!
2009 has been a year of obstacles for so many. Not only do so many want change, but so many need change. However, we cannot wish or wait for change. We cannot expect the economy, government, society or any others to create the changes we need. We need to look within ourselves, to be the change we want to manifest in our lives.
The only obstacle between you and creating change is yourself. It’s time for you to start believing in your power. It’s time to get resolved to act. It’s time for change, real change. Free yourself of what holds you back. Free yourself from a mindset of waiting, negative expectations and lack of follow through with consistent action. You no longer should live within the limitations of your resolutions and wishes. It’s time for you to revolt against your pattern of thinking that is holding you back. It’s time to forget about resolutions and declare 2010 a year of revolution, the Personal Freedom Revolution of 2010. A year we become free of our old patterns and set our lives in a direction we want. A year of real change!
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Mmm, Bacon…
Two Mexican guys are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden …
‘Hey Jose, do you smell what I smell. Ees bacon.’
‘Si, Luis eet smells like bacon to meee.’
So, with renewed strength, they struggle up the next sand dune, and there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon.
There’s raw bacon, dripping with moisture, there’s fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon … every imaginable kind of cured pig meat.
‘Jose, Jose, we is saved. ‘Eees a bacon tree.’
‘Luis, are you sure ees not a meerage? We ees in the Desert don’t forget.’
‘Jose when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smell like bacon…. ees no meerage, ees a bacon tree’.
And with that … Luis races towards the tree. He gets to within 5 meters, Jose following closely behind, when all of a sudden, a machine gun opens up, and Luis is cut down in his tracks. It is clear he is mortally wounded but, a true friend that he is, he manages to warn Jose with his dying breath.
‘Jose… go back man, you was right ees not a bacon tree.’
‘Luis, Luis mi amigo…. what ees it?
‘Jose … ees not a bacon tree…
Ees.
Ees.
Ees.
Eees a ham bush!!
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Custer’s Last Thought
An eccentric billionaire wanted a mural painted on his library wall, So he called in an artist. Describing what he wanted, the billionaire said, ‘I am a history buff, and I would like your interpretation of the last thing that went through Custer’s mind before he died. I am going out of town on business for a week, and when I return I expect to see it completed.’
Upon his return, the billionaire went to the library to examine the finished work. To his surprise he found a painting of a cow with a halo. Surrounding the cow were hundreds of Indians in various stages of Having sex in every imaginable position. Furious, he called the artist in.
‘What the HELL is this?’ screamed the billionaire.
‘Why that’s exactly what you asked for,’ said the artist smuggly.
‘No! I didn’t ask for a mural of pornographic filth, I asked for a mural of the interpretation of Custer’s last thoughts!’
‘And there you have it,’ said the artist. ‘I call it ‘Holy Cow Look at All Those Fucking Indians.”
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