The situation: I owe $2000 or so in taxes, due April 15th. I have in my account roughly $550. This means it's time to take account of things are move forward. I could see this as disasterous. I could see this as a ground shaking, earth shattering, Yogaland destroying blow. Or...
I could say Thank You to Uncle Sam for letting me start this new spiritual life off right. No car, no money, no financial resources. Am I going to starve? Nope. Am I going to learn to give up the creature comforts that have kept me placated and docile? Yep!
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. As Kevin Spacey so clearly pointed out, that is true of every day except the day you die. But this is a different start. The universe will provide, but first I have to shed all my assets and say "Hey Universe, this is me with no shield, no safety net, no trust fund. What have you got for me?"
So I'm broke and still want to travel? I've always wanted to try hitchhiking. I'll have no debt. In a karmic, law of attraction sort of mentality, this money owed to the government is a result of a certain lifestyle that I have shed, and now the final bit of that collateral damage is being taken care of. I am feeling remarkably calm about my new situation. I know that all will be exactly as it is. We reap what we sow and I'd say this bit of come-around is the last duty owed to that old life. Let me embrace this new life with the fullness of my being, the fullness of my spirit.
Thank goodness the subaru outback is the car of the Berkshires. Jane, you were a wonderful car. Sometimes you made me nervous, sometimes you frustrated me. But you always got me where I needed to go (except that one night in the North East when you decided your radiator had finally had enough). You made it from Philadelphia to New Orleans, you made it from Alabama to Philadelphia in one good stretch. You are a champion, a goddess among mortal cars. Our time together has been wonderful, and now it is over. After all, everything in this world is impermanent.
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