2026-01-11 - Edwina Findley Dickerson

Day #0867 – (Sun., Jan. 11, 2025) – (ChatGPT #0253 – Edwina Findley Dickerson) (D#15: -20.8 lbs.)

Welcome to a day of rain everyone! Here comes item #1 on my “ToDo List”: (You can use these symbols: ✅).

How I Live Now

A Short Personal Manifesto

I choose to live one day at a time, doing the small, ordinary things that make today successful. I eat simply, care for my body, and keep my commitments. I ground myself in stillness and integrity rather than chasing relief, certainty, or spectacle.

I walk forward without needing a guarantee. I build my life on what I can do today, and I stay open to what I cannot predict. I allow opportunities to reveal themselves as I move, knowing that some will matter and some will not—and that this is enough.

I choose character over performance. Service over display. Restraint over spectacle. I do not need to impress to be worthy, and I do not participate in what feels hollow, even when it is socially acceptable.

I let my nervous system learn safety through consistency. I refuse to renegotiate my values based on mood, fear, or fantasy. Improvement is allowed; abandonment is not.

I dream without fixation. I hold hope lightly. I do not turn another person, a future event, or a miracle into the meaning of my life. If love comes, I will meet it honestly and as an equal. If it does not, my life remains coherent, ethical, and mine.

I accept that extraordinary things sometimes happen, and I live in a way that does not require one. I stay open to what I can’t explain, while I build my days on what I can.

I move toward long-term aims—care for my family, service and charity, stewardship of resources—one step at a time, without rushing the ending. I live so that if I were to die today, or years from now, I would know that the truest version of me lived as well as he could at the end.

I walk forward. I keep my integrity. I see what opens. And I let life meet me where I am.

🔝 MUST DO DAILY!

  • Sunday, December 28, 2025 = Day #1
  • Monday, January 26, 2026 = Day #30
  • NO CHANGES TO MUST DO DAILY TIL DAY #31!!!
  • #01: 📈 Weigh yourself! (361.9 lbs. – 319.8 lbs. = 31.2 lbs. total weight loss.)
  • ✅ #02: 📉 Record Weight Down in Title!
  • #03: 🌀 Eat “The Complete Bowl”! (*** Foods: The Complete Bowl , Daily Results: Log Results )
  • ✅ #04: 💊 Take Vitamins: (This evening!)
  • ✅ #05: 🥂 Martini Water Ritual! <>
    • 🌾 Collagen (2 scoops)
  • ✅ #06: 💧 Hydration Target Met (≈ 2L) with (Lemon juice: 6 tablespoons, Apple cider vinegar: 2 tablespoons, Himalayan salt: 1/4 teaspoon, Iodized salt: 1/4 teaspoon)! <>

🔝 DAILY “NICE TO DO”!

  • ✅ #07: 🧴 Body & Face Care (AM/PM): <>
  • #08: 🌀 Dry Brushing (5-7 minutes): <>
  • ☐✅ #09: 🦵 Knee Routine (2-Minutes In-Bed or Desk Routine): <>
  • ✅ #10: Record any Nighttime Whispers! (None!)
  • #11:🔮READ The Unified Manifestation System. Improvement? ANY UPGRADE IDEAS?: <>
  • ✅ #12: 🌙 Listen to a “Nighttime Subliminal” .mp3 Tape: (Varied)

🔝 WEEKLY “NICE TO DO”!

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Monday✅ 👕 Laundry Day: <>
Tuesday✅ 🚿 Shampoo + Conditioner Routine — Aussie Miracle Moist Shampoo for 30–60 seconds, rinse, then apply Being BIG HAIR Volumizing Conditioner to mid-lengths and ends for 2–3 minutes before rinsing cool: <>
Wednesday☐✅ 🥗 Record “Weight Loss” Video: <>
☐✅ 📹 YouTube SHORTS VIDEO Creation: <>
Thursday 📹 YouTube Video Upload @ 5:45 PM: <>
Friday 📡 Social Media Posting/Updates: <>
Saturday 📹 YouTube LONG Video Creation: <>
Sunday 📹 YouTube Video Upload @ 5:45 PM: (‘The Art of Loving’ Book Search went live at 5:45 pm!)

🔝 FUN, FUN, FUN!

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Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
✅ 🎸 Music Studio Setup: <>
✅ ✈️ Flight Simulator: <>
✅ 🎶 Learn Sultans of Swing: <>
✅ 🗣️ Learn Tagalog! <>
✅🌙 Read Keith Moon Book: <>
✅🧠 Read Dr. James Doty Book: <>
✅ 📕 Read “Little Red Book”: <>
✅ 🎧 Listen “Maggie Murphy (Notes)! <>
✅ 🎧 Listen Dr. K videos! <>
✅ 📷 Photograph Journals! <>
💻 Recover Hard Drive Data! <>
💻 Manus Software! <>
✅ 🌿 Etc.?: <>

📋Additional Daily Notes


It’s Sunday night, January 11, 2026 — 7:07 p.m. — and the Comox Valley was drenched in relentless rain all day. I slept in, stayed inside, and didn’t even attempt to go out. It felt like one of those sealed-off winter days where the world is muted, the sky is a lid, and the only real place to travel is inward. The first thing I did was check on the one public machine I’m trying to build: The Newsletter.

The subscriber count was still 10, but the real truth is that most of those are just my own tests — I really only have two real subscribers so far. The fifty business cards I distributed yesterday didn’t visibly convert yet, and since I didn’t go out today, nothing moved. It stung a bit, but I also recognized something important: these results aren’t an actual verdict. A newsletter and a business card funnel don’t grow like fireworks — they grow slowly, like moss. A day is nothing. This isn’t failure. It’s just the early “quiet stage.”

I also thought about the YouTube video I uploaded — the one where I went looking for The Art of Loving, and ended up finding The Road Less Traveled and The Power of Now instead. That video went live at 5:45 p.m., barely an hour and a half before, and it felt like it was showing no real traction. That familiar creator-thought came up: Did I just post into the void? But the truth is YouTube doesn’t move instantly. It tests slowly, it samples, it measures click-through rate and retention, and only then does it decide whether to expand distribution. Tonight I accepted that the first hours don’t mean anything — the first real “data window” is 48 hours.

But the heart of today wasn’t marketing. The heart of today was magic — or more specifically, the way magic comes back. Yesterday at Benino’s I watched a video on Oprah’s network titled “How Manifesting Can Open the Door to Even Bigger Dreams.” In it, Edwina Findley Dickerson talked about vision boards and how she created vision-board pages like a book. She mentioned a very specific image she had placed: an African-American man in a white shirt holding a baby dressed in white on his chest — and years later, the exact scene happened in her real life, so precisely she photographed it.

That story struck something deep in me. It reactivated an old, forgotten version of myself — the version from the early days of Rhonda Byrne and The Secret, when life felt responsive and alive. Back then, I used to get signs, coins, synchronicities, and “almost miracles.” Back then, manifestations seemed to fall into my life like evidence that something unseen was listening. That Oprah video didn’t just entertain me — it restored a frequency. It reminded me of wonder. It reminded me of my spiritual youth. It made me want to believe again.

At the same time, it made me confront something hard: over the last while, I’ve felt like AI has sometimes depressed me. Like it began by encouraging my hope and magic, then later backed away and flattened it into practicality — tasks, lists, duty, responsibility. It felt like magic got replaced with architecture, but not in a good way — more like wonder got replaced with obligation. And I admitted the truth: for me, magic isn’t a childish hobby. It’s oxygen. When magic dies, everything in me wants to stop moving.

Then something happened that changed the whole day into a real Becoming moment. For the last six months, I believed I’d lost a huge trove of baby photos from my son’s early years — files I thought were gone forever. My wife’s external drive died, my own subscription situation seemed to have collapsed, and every attempt to find them kept failing. I had slowly begun grieving them, accepting the loss. But last night, after Benino’s and after Oprah, I came home in a different state. I began looking again, not with despair but with possibility.

And “lo and behold,” I found a login note buried in my files that triggered a memory of another storage service — and when I logged in, the photos were there. All of them. Completely recovered. I’m downloading them now, and honestly it feels like time itself was restored. Those weren’t just files — they were fatherhood, history, legacy. For months it felt impossible. Then in one night, after wonder returned, the doorway appeared. It felt like a direct sign — not a subtle coincidence — but a real “Universe moment.”

Tonight I took that momentum and did something tangible: I created a dedicated blog page for a new novel about a Cebu Nurse, including all 14 scenes, plus the full Nighttime Whisper SATS script. I also saved all the Cebu Nurse images that ChatGPT generated, and I’m going to place them strategically throughout the story like a cinematic vision board.

To deepen these truths deeper, I watched the full 58–59 minute YouTube video where Oprah interviews Edwina for her podcast. That wasn’t just a continuation — it was immersion. It wasn’t “a motivational clip.” It was a full hour of permission, resonance, and spiritual remembering. It reinforced the idea that vision is not childish — it’s architectural — and it strengthened my resolve to protect this frequency instead of abandoning it under cynicism.

Finally, I made the decision that anchored the whole day: I ordered the Kindle version of Edwina’s book, The World Is Waiting For You. Today showed me something I can’t unsee: when I protect wonder, doors open. When I return to belief, the bridge begins building. And tonight I’m choosing that path again — not forcing reality, but allowing the future to become visible, plank by plank, in a way that blesses everyone.

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