Forging Onward (Despite the Mood Swings)

Intensely moody today, trying to reconcile the work of David Neagle and all my other LOA stuff about just coming into alignment.
David wants me to acknowledge all my resistance and then realize it’s more or less subconscious sabotage and then take action steps to demonstrate I’m no longer bound by old stories.  All the Abraham/LOA people suggest I simply take a nap and then do only what feels in alignment.  IE, the resistance indicates I am out of alignment and should come into alignment first.
It’s enough to cause major mood swings.
Thus somehow, midday, I began mentally composing a list of all the people I REALLY SHOULD write an email to about their rude behavior, including several people I sent books to who never sent a thank you.  Even one former client that I loved and felt was a mentor figure, who never responded to the CDs I made up especially for him, knowing great details about his taste — something I did often when I taught him.  For a while, this kind of “what’s up with that behavior” email became overpoweringly urgent.   Instead I napped.
Part of me believes that’s wise — and I have long ago learned the value of the unsent letter — but on the other hand, is there not a point where you are being ridiculous to NOT call people out on rude behavior?  Perhaps I’m dealing with some Tess of the D’Urberville’s situation where undelivered correspondence is ruining all of our lives.  Maybe God wants me to be an avenging angel of poor correspondence and the unsent thank you note?
Subbed the 4:30 today at the Laughing Lotus which was — of course — now that I’ve given up the class,  the largest, best, nicest class I’ve taught.  Is it me letting go of the Butterfly, or is it simply once again God being cruel?
Class began with my new author friend April Beker leaving a gift-wrapped copy of her new book on my sitting spot along with some chocolates, and ended with our planned drinks at her home.   It was exactly like the kind of thing I always did back in my loft — cheese, some cookies, and champagne — and I cannot wait to read her children’s book.  [And, of course, since we both have books about labs that need marketing, again, the universe is sending its message.]
Loved our hanging out afterwards especially because her black lab Blu and my chocolate lab Belle could meet and frolic.  They were a kind of ideal male/female pairing, Blu being tall, dark and handsome, and Belle being a lady-like smaller chocolate beauty.
I have decided — interspersed between writing scenes — to be more playful (yet honest) on the Miracle of Money private forum and it’s kind of fascinating.  Not 100% sure everyone’s getting what’s real about what I’m saying (like “my novel’s been optioned for a film”) versus the merely playful (“I think Charlize Theron is out to get me” — I’m only saying that’s playful so that Charlize doesn’t strike while I’m asleep.)
I do know one thing for sure:  like some kind of Legionnaire in the desert, all that matters is that I keep forging on past all the mirages, focusing only on a fully drafted screenplay my Producer can hand to the male movie star lead of our choosing.
[Flashing back on how great the ending of MOROCCO is, where Dietrich follows Gary Cooper out into the desert in her high heels.  Now THAT’s devotion.]