One thing I noticed today is that I haven't really had a thought of poverty or not having enough since ... I dunno. Days ago.
Some time in the last week or so, I seemed to have disengaged from my setpoint about how much money I have. I have been able to just remain in a state of limbo, like I've just received the blind auction box and I don't know if it's full of old ice cube trays or a priceless baseball card collection, but I'm not worried.
And not surprisingly, when I went to get some money out of the ATM, I had more than I remembered having.
I don't remember any time in the last few days feeling like I want money. Spending a few million every day changes "how am I going to have money to pay for this?" to "what am I going to do with all this cash?"
I've noticed that I am playing with the Vibrational Millionaire Program games. I try to say "I am a millionaire" frequently enough, but the kids & I are also going off the grid a bit, having fun with it.
"We're rich now" is one of our favorites. We scheme a lot about what to do with our money. "That's no problem," we tell each other. "We're rich." They appreciate this change in my vibe and eagerly join in. They like the ease. I like feeling this way with them.
"I've got a great new job," I tell the guy at the Catalina Market and he says, "I knew you would," like he's been thinking that all along.
I text an old beau, "I'm a millionaire!" and he texts back "Celebrate!" Just like that.
I thought other people would be jealous if I had too much of anything. But it seems to be revving them up. They recognize the rich vibe. They own it too. My mentor, a beautiful, regal, stately woman ... gave me a high five.
The feeling of having enough coincides very closely with the feeling of being enough. And it actually feels so much better to be enough that I really don't care if I have or not.
Right now I am coasting along in the soup in which things are created, not worrying, holding it lightly. I'm rich in kids. I'm rich in weekends. I'm rich in cats. I got paid. It's the weekend. Worth mentioning twice.
I am riding the spaces between doubts. They come up, but I am deliberately turning toward other thoughts more and more. My negative thoughts seem less worth it for how uncomfortable they make me.
I'm running through the crowd slapping hands. I hover there, holding that feeling. Not wanting to touch down until I am certain of my creation.