Hating money is not the answer

Okay, so for a long long time I detested dealing with money. Hated it. Thought it was the root of all evil, resented it, all that. And guess what? It didn't like -me-, either.

After many years of avoiding money and grudgingly admitting that I needed it, I was beaten down. I felt beaten up, too. I had struggled and toiled and expended much effort on not only the aquisition of that filthy lucre, but the resistance to it and all I thought it stood for. Exhausting, discouraging and deeply unrewarding times ensued. I was wiped out in all sorts of ways.

So sometimes shift happens. Books and seminars appeared in my path, pointing the way to self examination. I began to notice that my quality of life was really quite fine. I was and am blessed with a roof over my head, fresh food and a kitchen to cook it in, a car that runs and gas in the tank. I've got clothes for almost any occasion, and money to spend on things that I don't strictly need. I can indulge my desires. I gave over the management of my accounts to someone clever who loves to play with numbers, and delights in being of service. Professionals and talented amateurs restored order to the chaos my resistance to money had created.

In the place of that now cleared clutter was much space to fill. But fill it with what? More stuff, geegaws and souveniers of nothing much? Blech. Been there, done that. The idea of "now cleared" rang in my head. What else could I clear out? Hmm, my files are a mess. 15 minutes a day will fix that in the space of a month at most. And so it was. Closets and the garage are full of crap I simply don't use. Time to clear that space, too. Garage sales and craigslist help me winnow down the astounding amount of cool stuff and crappola that purging produced.

Now the space is clearer than it's been in oh, 30 years, maybe? I feel stronger, lighter, leaner, wiser. I stand a bit straighter. I have a sense of dominion over the 'stuff' of my life. It increases with each subsequent step I take to 'keep the channels clear', as I like to call it now. Nice.

What filled the space of chaos? My subsequent individual and collaborative creations: order and grace in my living and working spaces, clarity, kick ass systems to maintain help maintain order and balance, and a deliberate positive shift in my perspective about money. I started to tell myself that money is great stuff, that there's nothing inherently wrong with it. In fact, money is good. Really good. I started some new habits in regard to my thinking about money. I tell myself that I love money, and money loves me. That money is plentiful around me and for me. That it flows abundantly to me in the course of living my life. I get into the habit of living a simple, abundant life all the time. Money then becomes a non issue. Wow. This is MUCH easier. And more fun, too.

Folks notice the change in my energy and behavior and start to ask questions. My life coaching practice, so long a limpingly weak endeavour to which I devoted little time, starts to generate more income as I share my story with others. The space created by the purge and shifts and the resulting sense of expansive possibility lead me to the keyboard and bigger things have been emerging. A workbook journal, a book, then two, clamber to make themselves known. The work I've created catches the imagination of talented, gifted and forward thinking people and their organizations. Now seminars, workshops and keynote speeches are on the agenda. A buzz is building.

All because shift happens. When I shifted my regard for money, it made me attractive to money. Like everthing else energetic, it doesn't go where there is no entrance. I opened myself up to the possibility that money itself is not evil. Through that shifted portal money pours.

Get your shift together. If you need help, I'm here.

Ciao, I'm off to the spa after lunch for a nice soak and sauna and maybe a massage followed by dinner at a nearby cafe with my best friend.

Life is good. I love money.