Nevergirl’s

Have you read The Secret? I must be the only person who hasn’t. I started reading it two years ago but fell asleep after the 25th page. I never found the heart to pick up where I left off. But let’s see what I remember about the book.

We’re all magnets. We attract bad luck, good luck, accidents, promotions, accidental pregnancies even. This is because thoughts have a frequency. When we think thoughts, we send them out into the universe, and they magnetically, magically attract all the things of and on the same frequency. Happy thoughts attract happy events – a wedding, for example, or a lucky win at lotto. Sad thoughts beget more misery. If you think, I’m ugly, I’m ugly over and over again, it’s entirely possible you’d start growing Rapunzel-length nose hairs. That, or warts all over your face.

With me so far? Let’s move on to money. Sure, we don’t have to be filthy rich to be happy, but it sure would be nice to be able to toiletpaper bedrooms with wads of cash. The Secret to being rich, says the book, is to think dollars and pesos. To attract money, focus on wealth. Use your imagination and pretend you already have the money you want.

I think I might come to love this book. Any tome that tells me to shop without remorse, to shop and be happy, can’t be bad, can it? However, this is also where I run into a thought barrier the size of Sibonga. Pretend I have all the money I want? What does this mean, exactly? That I go on a mental shopping spree? That I visualize checks in the mail, moneyed relatives suddenly kicking the bucket and leaving me the bulk of their fortunes?

The book suggests going to the mall, looking at everything I like, and saying to myself, I can afford that. I can buy that. This sounds like a lot of fun. I can easily do this, too. I’ll go to malls, trawl through numerous goods, and purposefully say, I can afford this. I can buy this. I shouldn’t bring the husband with me on this exercise, though, because it infuriates him that shopping acts like a natural testosterone for me. The moment he hears me tick off the items I will be purchasing, he’d start getting all sweaty, nervous and upset, thereby generating lots of negative thoughts and in effect, counterbalancing my own happy ones.

I plan to read the book again this year, and when I find something useful and life-changing, I will let you know. In the meantime, lemme just step into dainty flats and saunter through the world’s most renowned shopping districts.

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