Well Hello There...
It's November 1st.
Hard to believe.
It's been a WEIRD kinda year.
And last night was a super weird Halloween.
It's the first year I have ever lived alone and not had a kid doing something for the evening.
And I live in a place with no little ones so there were no knocks on the door.
Which is good since I didn't buy any candy.
Can't have it around.
After I was in the hospital with covid a few months back I decided to cut all sugar out of my diet so I have not had a speck in a long time now.
But I gotta tell you...
Back in the day when my kids were little absolutely LOVED Halloween night.
It was the only night of the year that I got all the WEIRD CANDY that I was not willing to pay for but couldn't pass up if it was sitting in a trick or treat bag.
But no...I am not a horrible mother who steals her kids hard earned Halloween treats...
I am the mom who ate the stuff that the kids didn't want.
Oh sure...I would take a peanut butter cup or hershey's with almonds when the kids offered.
But I was the one who ate all the strange stuff that no one else wanted.
My main treasure was Almond Joys.
The kids didn't dig coconut so all MOunds/Almond Joys were automatically mine but I mostly "felt like a nut" and wanted THE JOY!
And then there was Bit O Honey, BB Bats, sour balls, those horrible red and white mints that they have at the register at the diner and pretty much anything else that no one wanted.
OH...the glorious night of eating those childhood memories that I would never spend a dime on...
Oh the horrible yet delightful treats that I enjoyed after the kids were tucked in.
WEIRD.
I have always gone for WEIRD.
Weird toys
Weird books
Weird music
And WEIRD people.
And my business practices are WEIRD.
Or at least to the people that are still living by the "WORK HARD" mentality that they were taught when they were trained to think like employees.
Halloween made me think about how I have always been attracted to the easiest path to THE PRIZE.
I never understood why you would voluntarily sign up for struggle when you could step right around it get EXACTLY the thing that would make you happy.
Halloween night I sat with my loot and smiled because I didn't fight with my kids or husband for candy that could purchase any day.
It's not like there won't be peanut butter cups next week.
But there's won't be obscure candies that date back the the 60's that you only have once a year...right???
In business everyone tends to flock to the "popular program" so they can compete with thousands of other moms doing the same exact thing on Tik Tok versus finding something that the marketplace wants but very few people are selling.
And the thing that kills me is that when folks join the program of the month after they've been in dozens before they think they are taking the easy route when they have set themselves up for the traffic jam...
Me...
I take the back roads...
The WEIRD roads...
Where you meet the WEIRDEST and SMARTEST people.
The ones who know how to make more doing less because their highest value is FREEDOM and spending their days trying to convince people to take a "patented nutraceutical" to make a buck just isn't for them.
People like us don't take before and after pictures...
We come as we are...
Fat or skinny it's not our weight or lack of that we are interested in talking about.
It's IDEAS...
It's SELF MASTERY.
It's BEING YOUR OWN MASTER.
I told you I'm WEIRD.
I like offers that are as slick as a greased metal slide on a hot NYC day.
Ones that people go right down giggling with glee.
No convincing...
No begging.
No doing the Cha Cha with my diet pills on Tik Tok.
I like being able to talk to someone because I want to talk to them...
Not because I want to sell them something.
CRAZY...RIGHT???
But alas...
I am weird.
I like the weird candy...
The weird offers...
The weird books...
The weird offers...
The weird people...
I like it all.
What I don't like is convincing...
Fighting over resources...
Trying too hard...
And spending my whole day PLOTTING to make $32.
I used to do that but then a few of those WEIRD people taught me to see a whole new WEIRD reality that made me WEIRD money out of WEIRD effort.
And the scary part is that is didn't concern doing ANY of the things those mainstream guru guys told me to do.
So I stayed on the WEIRD road eating my WEIRD candy, reading my WEIRD books and I never looked back.
Few will come with me.
Too WEIRD for them.
I get it.
But for the few who dare to OPEN THEIR eyes I'd like to show you the ALTERNATE REALITY OF WEIRD.
It's an outside of the box, slave to no man existence.
While the small thinker runs out there and fights over crumbs coveting the big house and big car...
I'll be over here reading books and planting petunias.
And taking glorious trips to the WEIRD places I've always longed to see.
Hmmm...
I think I'm done.
I don't. have as punchline.
Nothing to sell you today.
Nothing to convince you of.
I just started thinking of Bit O Honey and Mary Janes and this came out.
Maybe I'm just on sugar withdrawal and a little punchy of maybe I just so want to express this WEIRD life I live that it's just flowing out of my pores.
Not sure...
But what I do know is that I have new pajamas and I am going to put them on.
And read.
And pray.
And then REST.
Goodnight my friend.
And I am guessing that if you read this long you are perhaps ...
Just maybe...
A little weird too.
I know you want to transcend.
Keep reading my letters.
I'll see if I can shine the light on the path you've been looking for.
Soul Hugs,
Diane
P.S. I did not proof this letter in any way.
I am sure it is horrible and I am ok with that.
Are you?
Or is perfection a value of yours?
Ahhhh....a topic for another ramble.
Perhaps some night SOON.
<3