My OperaManifesting Your Man
Monday, December 19, 2011 8:20:40 AM
I couldn’t shake it. I was churning and burning, playing and replaying, and beating myself up. I couldn’t get over the fact that I'd left one of the kids behind on the streets of downtown Toronto the night of my son’s 12th birthday celebration. The conversation repeated itself over and over in my mind, “How could I be so reckless?” I kept asking myself. “What kind of mother am I? What I have done is unforgivable. His mother will never trust me with her son again.”
Although I talked to the mother making certain that her son was safe and pleaded for forgiveness, the nightmare simply wouldn’t leave me and I could not sleep. The vision of this poor child standing in the streets, alone and afraid, haunted me. I felt bad and I knew that if I did not take action, I would have a sleepless night and perhaps many more.
I decided to consider a little self-coaching. What would I tell my clients to do in the same case? Trade up. Think of a slightly better thought and afterwards think of one that is far better than that. Just think about something that will make you feel really good…
I embarked upon my objective of walking my walk. I began with a communication with God.
“Ok God. I am ready for you to bring me the man of my dreams. I am here waiting around. Tell him to simply come and get me because I am ready. Make him warm, and kind, and caring, and make him great with kids. Also God, make sure that we’ve got very similar values and that my friends and family like him. Please make him the kind of man who knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am what he wants and make him pretty comfortable expressing that regularly. I hope I'm not being too demanding God, but please make certain he is attractive and not too short.”
Then I launched into a full blown fantasy. It was quick, but intense and felt exceptionally real:
The phone rang. I answered, “Hello?”
“Hi Kim? I’m Jake (I pulled a name out of thin air). I got your phone number from such and such and they said that I had to contact you because they said that you were my ideal match. They said that if I did not call you that I would definitely be missing an opportunity of a life time to meet my soulmate.”
That conversation left such an impact on me that a few days later I shared it with a close friend.
That exact same night I received a message on my voice mail:
“Hi Kim, I am Allan Friedman. I got your name from a couple of teachers at the school where I teach and they're under the impression that we should meet.”
Holy smokes! My illusion had come to life! My heart was doing triple somersaults! I called him right back and without any censoring I told him the story of my fantasy. “I must have lost my mind - the guy will think I am nuts.” But I could not stop myself.
He asked me to join him for dinner on Saturday night. Unfortunately, I would be in Ohio on Saturday returning from a presentation and not landing until 5:30 p.m. Calculating the time it would take to arrive, cross customs, pick-up my luggage, get back home and freshen up, I suggested a later dinner at 8 p.m. He asked me how I was planning on getting home. I responded that I'd grab a cab. He said, “How about if I pick you up?” An airport pick-up on the 1st date!?!?!? This was getting better by the minute!
“Sure” I said, “I would love that. How will I recognize it is you?”
“I have a few pictures on Facebook that you could check out.”
On the flight home, I wrote in my journal:
“I am meeting Allan Friedman today and for some reason I'm not nervous. It seems normal. After seeing his photos, I feel like I have met him before, I am not sure where, maybe in different life.”
Oddly enough, because I travel so much and fly a lot, I've also had a constant fantasy about landing at the airport and having someone waiting for me with a sign.
I arrived. I took a deep breath. As I walked through the solid glass doors to the arrival area, there he was waiting for me with a handmade sign that said “KIM”.
He did feel familiar, as if I had known him forever. He was certainly good looking and short (you always get what you concentrate on).
Within a week, he told me he loved me and started sharing ideas about marriage. He had to be nuts. However, after 6 months we were engaged and now we’re married.
Great things show up if you trade up your thoughts.
Kim Ades, MBA, President of Frame of Mind Coaching and JournalEngine™ Software, is one of North America’s foremost experts on performance through thought management. By using her unique process of coaching through journaling, she works with clients to unveil and switch their thought patterns to ignite significant change and life transformation. Assess your frame of mind at www.assessyourframeofmind.com.
Although I talked to the mother making certain that her son was safe and pleaded for forgiveness, the nightmare simply wouldn’t leave me and I could not sleep. The vision of this poor child standing in the streets, alone and afraid, haunted me. I felt bad and I knew that if I did not take action, I would have a sleepless night and perhaps many more.
I decided to consider a little self-coaching. What would I tell my clients to do in the same case? Trade up. Think of a slightly better thought and afterwards think of one that is far better than that. Just think about something that will make you feel really good…
I embarked upon my objective of walking my walk. I began with a communication with God.
“Ok God. I am ready for you to bring me the man of my dreams. I am here waiting around. Tell him to simply come and get me because I am ready. Make him warm, and kind, and caring, and make him great with kids. Also God, make sure that we’ve got very similar values and that my friends and family like him. Please make him the kind of man who knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am what he wants and make him pretty comfortable expressing that regularly. I hope I'm not being too demanding God, but please make certain he is attractive and not too short.”
Then I launched into a full blown fantasy. It was quick, but intense and felt exceptionally real:
The phone rang. I answered, “Hello?”
“Hi Kim? I’m Jake (I pulled a name out of thin air). I got your phone number from such and such and they said that I had to contact you because they said that you were my ideal match. They said that if I did not call you that I would definitely be missing an opportunity of a life time to meet my soulmate.”
That conversation left such an impact on me that a few days later I shared it with a close friend.
That exact same night I received a message on my voice mail:
“Hi Kim, I am Allan Friedman. I got your name from a couple of teachers at the school where I teach and they're under the impression that we should meet.”
Holy smokes! My illusion had come to life! My heart was doing triple somersaults! I called him right back and without any censoring I told him the story of my fantasy. “I must have lost my mind - the guy will think I am nuts.” But I could not stop myself.
He asked me to join him for dinner on Saturday night. Unfortunately, I would be in Ohio on Saturday returning from a presentation and not landing until 5:30 p.m. Calculating the time it would take to arrive, cross customs, pick-up my luggage, get back home and freshen up, I suggested a later dinner at 8 p.m. He asked me how I was planning on getting home. I responded that I'd grab a cab. He said, “How about if I pick you up?” An airport pick-up on the 1st date!?!?!? This was getting better by the minute!
“Sure” I said, “I would love that. How will I recognize it is you?”
“I have a few pictures on Facebook that you could check out.”
On the flight home, I wrote in my journal:
“I am meeting Allan Friedman today and for some reason I'm not nervous. It seems normal. After seeing his photos, I feel like I have met him before, I am not sure where, maybe in different life.”
Oddly enough, because I travel so much and fly a lot, I've also had a constant fantasy about landing at the airport and having someone waiting for me with a sign.
I arrived. I took a deep breath. As I walked through the solid glass doors to the arrival area, there he was waiting for me with a handmade sign that said “KIM”.
He did feel familiar, as if I had known him forever. He was certainly good looking and short (you always get what you concentrate on).
Within a week, he told me he loved me and started sharing ideas about marriage. He had to be nuts. However, after 6 months we were engaged and now we’re married.
Great things show up if you trade up your thoughts.
Kim Ades, MBA, President of Frame of Mind Coaching and JournalEngine™ Software, is one of North America’s foremost experts on performance through thought management. By using her unique process of coaching through journaling, she works with clients to unveil and switch their thought patterns to ignite significant change and life transformation. Assess your frame of mind at www.assessyourframeofmind.com.
