The biggest, of course, is doubt...our 'need' for 'proof'.

Or, fear. Fear that we might 'get it wrong', somehow...and suffer...or lose out.

After all, I'm just a little speck in this great big bewildering universe...how the heck do I know the 'right' way? How do I even know that there IS a 'right' or a 'wrong' way?

I need someone to follow...better still, someone to do it for me!

But, I'm still breathing, aren't I? Something, my connection to life, is still working.

I can still understand words on a printed page. I can still make choices, however limited my vision. I can still remember when I felt better, younger, more vigorous...when I was less afflicted...when I had the world by the tail...and didn't know it.

Maybe that's a clue, that we DON'T know what we've got...or what we can do with it.

Maybe we are kind of our own 'parents'...we grow ourselves up, doing the best we can with what we find around and in us, and discovering the future as it arrives.

And, the price! The price is a big obstacle. Everywhere we turn someone wants us to pay for their good ideas...even information...and THEIR points-of-view. Or, they want to pick our brains and sell OUR points-of-view.

I mean, I know everyone has to make a living, but it can get ridiculous!

Some justify selling their opinions (or other peoples' discoveries) with, "Well, what is your health/happiness worth to you."

Others say, "It took me X time, and XXX dollars to put this together. I'm not running a charity here."

Both of which statements send you and I into a panic, and a poverty mindset.

I say, "You are going to SELL me my life, my happiness?" and "It has taken me 69 years to get this far. You want to buy what I know? No, you couldn't afford even a ten-minute conversation with me."

I valiantly resist hitting them with a kitchen pot...or painting their names, upside down, on a sign I keep in the front yard, specifically for that purpose. %¤#&!§-s (as in people who don't yet see better ways to do business) already lose so much business that way...no need to add insult to injury.

You see, the Fledge is a designer of tiny at-home businesses that pay 100% profit on very small investments...repeatedly...easily and honorably...while sharing openly.

My only concern is that it will take off so rapidly that I won't be able to keep up. Of course, no one would lose any money, and they could easily duplicate what I do because I tell everyone how, but I would like to be part of the pay-off. And, like you, we never know...and I'd love to be anonymous because I'm shy...and I don't know that I'd want to do it full-time, anyhow.

So, there's another obstacle...excuses.

One dandy excuse-breaker...hire a teenager...or several. Pure energy!

[Please excuse the diversion that was posted here. I am a bit edgy today. I need to think something out, and have no other sounding-board than you good folks.]

Masaru Emoto points out that we get no 'sign' that our energy theories work, at least, not at first.

Okay...I am nothing if not patient.

But, when push comes to shove, when there is potentially a time-limit, and when ones own theories are different than all those available to read...well, I get antsy. This time in particular.

No, I don't feel sick...in fact today I was up and at 'em, moreso than in a long, long time...and I enjoyed it.

Still, I am hitting that 'wall'...the need to be sure what is real, and what to do next.

Maybe it will come to me.

Fledgling