There was a time when my focus, my aim, my obsession was to create wealth. Massive amounts of it. To live comfortably, help my family to do so, contribute to my community and make my mark on this world. A bit of bling wouldn’t have hurt either. And while a noble goal, for me it was like weighing myself weekly. I only ever felt so far from where I thought I should be. no matter what I had, it was never enough. I was never satisfied.
There was this one training tool that I read about {somewhere} that said you should add up all the free stuff you get every day, week, month! And revel in your abundance. It was a shifting the mindset type thing. And I never could stick to it. While there was less and less money in the account even though we worked harder and harder, I could never see myself as abundant.
In fact if you had asked me, I would have said I wasn’t. I wanted to be. But I wasn’t. Not abundant. Not lucky. Not wealthy. Certainly not rich. And all I wanted was to be wildly wealthy. To be free from the restrictions placed by the requirement to pay a mortgage, buy your own food and clothes and generally contribute to society. To get to choose.
I was thinking about this today as I drove between appointments. About the abundance that just floods our lives now. The abundance of things, people, love, wealth… It was highlighted today by the free stuff that dropped into my lap; two free cans of soft drink {I didn’t drink them!}, a magazine, a box of tea bags, a caramel latte delivered to my door plus I drive an all inclusive company car, my raise is being finalised and Hubby got paid for some old jobs. If that isn’t abundant I don’t know what is? And lucky. And wealthy. And blessed.
And I realized I was there. I had made it. That freedom I longed for and I thought I needed bundles of cash for…? Well it turns out when you have straight conversations, ask for what you want and take opportunities when they are offered, well, you feel pretty damn free already. I’ve heard it called living a created life. I like that.
A villa in Italy and a private jet wouldn’t hurt either.
Suger 
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