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A few years ago I wanted a hybrid car and the Prius seemed too small for my business and my life (I have lately been rethinking this).
I started researching the Ford Escape (the word escape even kept appearing in my life and by research I mean one afternoon on the internet looking at reviews - I am not much of a researcher). I decided I wanted one.
I wanted a light blue Ford Escape - I wasn't so much thinking about GPS and stereos and cup holders and safety things - I was just thinking light blue. I called all the dealers within 100 miles and none had an Escape that wasn't black or white. They all told me it would take months to get one in my choice of color. And of course, I had procrastinated the whole process to the point that I needed a car right away.
I decided to go test drive a white one and see if I could live with it - I had already owned a white car (we only get so many cars in our life, so why repeat colors is my way of thinking with this) and I really didn't want another white car. Anyhoo, I was on my way out the door to go to the closest Ford dealer when hubs called reminding me about going to a friend's house for dinner and that we needed to bring dessert.
So, I skipped the nearby dealer and drove to a dealer a couple towns further so I could stop at our fave bakery. I was test-driving a white Escape and was on a back road a mile or so from the dealer, and suddenly I spied a light blue Escape sitting in a parking lot; a parking lot filled with new cars; a parking lot that happened to be an overflow lot for the dealer. It was brand new - fully loaded - more than I wanted to pay, of course ... but light blue.
I drove back to the dealer and asked them about the car in the back lot - they looked at me like I was crazy - they didn't have a light blue Escape in their back lot. I drove the sales guy back there and he was surprised to find that I wasn't crazy (this was a first for me, too - finding out I'm not crazy I mean), checked their records and discovered that the Escape had never been entered in their computer.
Hubs and I realized later that we had the wrong week for the dinner and celebrated my new car by polishing off the entire boston creme pie ourselves.
Now, it isn't like this car saved my life or turned out to be the buy of the century (I'm sure I totally overpaid) but do I believe that a whole bundle of little things had to fall into place for me to have that car - YES.
Do I believe that the universe/my higher self/God wanted me to have this car? No. Do I believe that the universe/my higher self/God wanted me to see that I could manifest this car without pushing, without me making things happen myself, that little things could fall into place for me in magical ways when I got clear on what I wanted? Yes.
The problem is that I am not usually so clear on what I want. I am the girl who has sat in indecision growing cobwebs and rust and depression while birds roost in my hair and summer turns to fall.
Luckily, we don't have to know what we want for this magic to work for us - we just have to know who we are.
We don't have to know what we want to do in order for the law of attraction to work for us in positive ways (this is attraction after all - we are not a searchlight - we are a beacon).
We just have to know how we want to feel. And we know that - we were born knowing that.
I will finish this up tomorrow. I have to make some stuffing for tomorrow's dinner and this means cutting onions which I hate - since I just got over the 'eyes like coin slot' face I wore all last week.