When communicating with the Universe, is it appropriate to use sticky notes?

I have bought into the Law of Attraction. Your thoughts will manifest your destiny. You will bring about the exact outcome that you expect to receive. If you have a pessimistic attitude, problems and obstacles will find their way to you. If you see your glass as half full—or as I like to think of it, always full enough—then the moons and stars will align in your favor.

I can honestly say that I am happy the vast majority of the time. There are people in my life who have told me they have sympathy for me… because I’m not married. My reaction is to look at them like they have two heads. Why on earth would you be sad for me?? I’m happy every day. And I’ve managed not to marry the wrong man while I wait for the man who’s perfect for me. Meanwhile, countless others are brushing their misery under the rug because they can’t relate to, communicate with, understand, or even make themselves like their spouse. My goodness. I’d so much rather be standing in my shoes. The man I marry will be fantastic and so worth the wait, so I don’t mind a bit.

In the meantime, I’ll continue communicating with the Universe, which is an art that I’m still trying to master. Without knowing it, I began doing it as a child. My vivid imagination pictured scenarios that would ultimately play out. I imagined myself throwing strikes in my little league games. I visualized good report cards. I pictured myself delivering a flawless performance in piano recitals and in high school, flawless speeches in debate tournaments. (You didn’t know I was so nerdy, did you?) I imagined myself going away to college… and being accepted into grad school. I imagined myself as a woman who walked into a high-rise office in heels every day, although I had no idea what people did once inside those buildings. I just knew I wanted to be there. And so it came to be.

Now that I recognize the power we all hold to determine our own futures, I am starting to play with it a little. Starting to be more specific. A couple years ago, a cousin of mine told me that she wrote down a dollar figure on a piece of paper once—the salary she wanted to make the following year. It was far-fetched given what she currently made, but she had faith. And lo and behold, the following year she filed taxes for slightly more than the amount on her piece of paper.

This morning I decided that I wanted to ask the Universe for a few specific things. One involves my career and a certain type of opportunity that I would like to be given this coming year. The other involves personal growth. I grow every time I travel and there are certain parts of the world that I haven’t seen yet. Certain traits of certain cultures that I would like to understand and adopt. And so I decided to write them down and carry them with me—both the career opportunity and the travel destination—so that I would not forget my goals and the Universe would not misinterpret them.

I pulled out the nearest small piece of paper I could write on, out of habit. And then I stopped and stared at it. It was a pink sticky note. Hmm. I wonder…

When communicating with the Universe, is it appropriate to use sticky notes?