It was like being hit by lightning! As I stared at those words, the light bulb turned on in my head and the puzzle pieces started falling into place. This made sense! I could become anything I wanted because the way already existed. What I needed to tell myself was that if I could see it in my mind, I was already on my way to getting it. What were those words?

EVERYTHING THAT WILL EVER BE ALREADY EXISTS

Have you ever heard of eternalism or “block universe” theory? I was well into my 50s when I first read about it. It is the concept concerning the nature of time. According to this theory, past, present, and future events all coexist simultaneously.

Jonas Salk didn’t just grab the vaccine to prevent polio out of thin air. It already existed; he just hadn’t figured it out yet. It was right there in his ingredients, in his experiments, his determination and persistence, and finally, in his mind.

Flip That Switch!

Nothing will create the life you say you want in your second half until you clarify in your own mind exactly what success and fulfillment looks like. Once done, submit your order to the Universe and prepare to receive it. Your request already exists and is being prepared for delivery.

​I should have taken Robert Frost’s advice and followed The Road Not Taken. Instead, I took the path well-trod – what I thought was a safe and predictable route.

But nothing is ever really safe, is it? What’s that saying, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” Take me for example. While following my path to a ‘normal and predictable’ life, by my 50s I had lost everything – my home, savings, status among my peers, and, finally, my compass. I guess I hadn’t been paying attention.

Looking back, I think my Creator was trying to tell me I was made for better things and throwing me a curveball that would rock my world – and not in a good way – would get my attention. Or maybe it was. “If I take everything away from Wendy, maybe she’ll create a life she’s worthy of.”

Starting Over in Mid-Life
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Beginning again in my mid-50s was a journey in humility and courage. I read self-help books until I could have started my own mobile library. I watched YouTube videos informing me I was doing it all wrong and, if I listened to them, my future would be fast tracked to victory. These writers and practiced YouTubers were all successful business and life coaches, psychologists, motivational speakers, and the occasional charlatan. I figured with their impressive credentials, their success would rub off on me, or at least reveal the wisdom I was seeking.

I had, like so many others, bought into the $40 billion self-help industry. Why wouldn’t I? They mesmerized me with their ill-defined promises of success and happiness with books, self-improvement courses, and speaking engagements – all very motivating but unsustainable. The bigger the brand the worse the results. Gee, some of these guys were giving advice to Oprah. Something told me I was barking up the wrong tree.

After a few weeks or months, I would return to my old ways, and nothing changed except my bank balance because I had bought the book, purchased the seats for the show or paid for that instructional course that did not come with a guarantee. The results of what I was seeking didn’t show up. I obviously wasn’t smart enough and these gurus were just better than me. Time to give up.

A Fortuitous Miracle...