On a dark, cold night (as most tend to be in January), Karin and I pulled the shades, got comfy in front of the fire, and surrendered to the pleasure. The guilty pleasure.
Yes, we turned on the season premier of The Bachelor. I will not try to explain or defend the allure of this program — it’s a losing argument — but in our home it’s one of those rare shows where we can both be equally entertained and provokes us to talk back at the television.
“Nooooooo!” This guy’s out of his mind! He should send her packing immediately. Don’t even let her get her luggage, just take her straight to the the limo!”
Like I said, it’s a guilty pleasure…
Anyhow, last night they had on a petite woman who, like the others vying for the bachelor, was certain she was destined to marry this perfect stranger. When sharing her feelings towards her bethrothed, she mentioned the law of attraction and how she had been envisioning them together as a couple. Because that is what she envisioned, she shared, clearly this is what would occur. She went on to talk about her vision boards and the importance of “balance”.
As she spoke, I felt myself cringing for her. She was not coming off well. She sounded a bit dippy, out-o-touch. A kook.
And of course, moments later she was one of the first women dismissed by the bachelor. The producers smelled gold and continued to interview her after she was cut, asking her to elaborate on her vision boards. The point was to make her seem like more of a flake. After all, how well could this stuff work if she had just been sent home by the man she was intending to marry? Just another fool who bought into that pseudo-religion “Secret” fad.
I do not know the woman or anything about her except for a few minutes of tape put together by some editors. But she got me thinking about my relationship with the Law of Attraction and how it’s evolved over the past decade. Like any love affair, we’ve had our ups and downs. And this woman stumbing on about her vision boards reminded me of how close we came to splitting up for good at one pint. But today, we’re back together. I think we’re just meant to be.
Since this is the guiding principle of my life and work, I thought it was worth exploring here.