Do you remember the good apple and the bad apple? I blogged about being a skeptic when I read Danielle Leporte’s post that I saw on Facebook. I was like “really?” People yes! yes! 100% if you speak kindly and build up another human they will thrive, succeed, believe! But apples? Yeah right.
11 days ago we sliced an apple. We even gave the slightly bruised not as pretty apple and placed in the good apple jar. We sort of spaced them apart a little and began our praise and trash talk. I think my niece next door got the most into this experiment. She even spoke loudly and with much enthusiasm the positive way and negative way. I have to admit I felt a slight bit crazy (koo koo imagine jack black) talking to these apples. I would say to the good apple “you are worthy, you are beautiful, you are strong, you got this!” and to the bad apple I would say “you are worthless, you will never amount to anything, you suck” Well, to my big big surprise. This experiment totally worked. They both began to rot but the bad apple at a much more accelerated rate.
And get this, the good apple only pretty much began to rot where it was already slightly bruised AND in our world, it’s bruise was even shaped like a heart. I can’t make this up, this is real live stuff. Try it. I dare you. However as Moon Rebel puts it…..to be a “real scientist” I need to do this experiment repeatedly to get true and accurate results.
In the future I hope to share with anyone who cares to come visit my blog the progress of the little or should I say, sort of big bookcase we got for FREE from Aunt Lynn whose school library was going to toss this once whitewashed bookcase, now a pretty cheerful yellow. So far it has it's new paint, wheels to roll it around so we can get to the equally awesome backside. It's a doublesided bookcase! We had to remove our awesome postal pix photo shared heart on our wall. So I still have double sided tape to remove. This wall will be re-painted a vibrant peacock blue with bright orange artwork above it. Color is my friend. For now....here she is. Sorry mom, I should have washed down the door to the garage.