Day 56 – I really like paying my bills. No. Really. I don’t make a ton of money. I haven’t had a raise in pay in 4-5 years and the cost of living in Colorado has gone up about 14%. I probably have a reason to whine and complain but the fact is, every month I am able to pay the bills. I have more than enough left to make my life. I had the extra expense of a garage door repair and still managed to save around $100. I am not a financial genius by any means but I do trust in checks and balances–actually serendipity and balance to be specific.
I think that if I act responsibly then the Universe or the Great Whatsis takes note and when I need a hand I get one. I pay my bills early. I buy food for the birds and critters in the trees around my house. I pay for boxes of Girl Scout cookies and tell the kids to give them away to seniors and people in uniforms. It’s not rocket science. It’s what I can do. In return when my computer monitor blows out (like it did on Sunday), a friend hands me the monitor she’s been hauling around in the trunk of her car for a year and Monday night I have a whiz bang new monitor. You may think it’s dumb luck. Philosophical folks would say that we speak our realities into existence and that what we say happens is what happens. I must admit that I have been on the ‘thoughts become things/words create our realities’ train for a long while now. I believe in serendipitous events,too. And I believe in balance. There is only one part that puzzles me. It goes like this: If I try to sell my stuff, nobody buys it. I can help other people sell their stuff and what I tell them to do works–people buy their stuff. If I spend money, I usually get great bargains. It’s how I’m built–someone out there got long thin legs and I got short legs but great bargaining ability. There’s some balance there. I think. There is an asterisk: *If I sell my stuff to use the money for a cause, it all turns out well very quickly. For example, I bought a set of amazing handmade, artist signed vintage Native American jewelry from a wealthy person for $5.00. Two weeks later I needed money to take donated books and clothing to the Pine Ridge Reservation. I sold the jewelry to a collector for enough money to finance the 1000 miles of driving, truck rental and expenses. As I clear my clutter, friends keep advising me to sell the stuff. They look at me with puzzled faces when I say I can only give it away. I could sit here and write 50 stories about giving away something and how much joy and serendipity it has brought to my life. I don’t know how it works. I just know that it does work. Playing tag with the Mystery. I like this game.