I love balloons—and doesn’t everyone love a balloon?
It’s my thing, it’s my theme for See Stu Go. A simple balloon.
Why? Because I didn’t always give them away, but now I do.
A few years ago, I was spiraling down a web of depression, and I knew I needed to change my environment and thinking. I was reading and listening to anything I could find that was inspiring or uplifting. It was an attempt to fill my thoughts with hope.
After all, “We become what we think about.”
Like I said, I was listening to anything I could find—because reading is exhausting for me due to my dyslexia. But that’s another story for another time.
I found this book, The Secret. I really enjoyed it. I like it because it’s positive, it’s hopeful, and I think it’s true. Because in my life, I’ve seen it many times over—the good things and the bad.
But it’s no secret—it’s the Law of Attraction.
Since then, I’ve listened to the book many times, letting it sink in. I’ve even shared it with others, and a few times the response was, “Oh, that’s hokey pokey—that’s not a secret at all.”
In the end, I would never say anything—but I wanted to—as I walk away thinking, “Ah, yeah! I know—you’re missing the point! Your glass is half-full—and I must move on—see ya—bye!”
I changed my environment. Sometimes, you have to do that in life. And this has been a hard lesson for me, as I want to be nice, sometimes at my own expense.
I move on, I keep stepping, and when I do, something positive normally follows.
“And one time”—it did.
I met this wonderful lady at the airport. I was driving for Uber at GSP, and I picked her up. She was so delightfully positive.
We talked the whole ride about why positivity was so important, how we loved Greenville, the city we lived in, and how everyone is so nice and friendly. We couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
Then, she started to talk about manifesting good thoughts, and I loved the idea and wanted to hear more.
This is how I stumbled across The Secret.
She had talked about how her friend was really into it, and how when she was feeling blue, she would think about balloons. And not just think about them, but think about how she felt when someone had given her one.
She would go back in time and imagine how she had felt right then and concentrate on those feelings until she felt better.
Ding! Ding!—the balloon.
Isn’t it a wonderful story? I love to tell it, and I wish I could give everyone a balloon.
And now that I think about it, maybe that’s what I’m doing here on this website—spilling my beans?
I’m just giving away balloons—a balloon filled with hope.
