Sounds like an oxymoron, right?
After all unless you inherited your fortune or still live in the 4-star service environment of the womb… there is no such a thing… at least most of us don’t know about it.
I surely didn’t set out with that goal: creating effortless abundance.
Neither effortless nor abundance is part of my upbringing.
In fact I grew up to work hard (effort) and do not waste.
We were poor for a while, and my father never forgot that. But somehow, I became a hoarder.
I got beaten for it, but it didn’t stop me from doing it: hoarded the newspaper, the TV magazine, my mother’s manicure set… whatever I used, I wanted to own it, have instant unlimited access to it.
I lived in lack. It wasn’t real, but it was as real as if I were starving: it was my reality.
I wanted everything. I wanted to taste everything too… so I tasted and purged.
I was very protective of my time too: I would go to sleep around the time my parents left work, sleep through dinner and TV, and get up after they went to bed, to do my school work.
Sharing? No way.
I kept checks and balances and was very sensitive to be always around a balance: another scarcity tactic.
I didn’t have the goal to have abundance, and I didn’t have the goal to have an effortless life.
I remember 1987: just after the big stock market crash in October I lost my freelance job as an architect. I just bought a car, and spent all my savings on that. I was literally penniless.
I was let go between two sessions of a seminar called “More Money Workshop”
It taught that there is nothing missing unless you say so. Hm, that was really new to me. I started to practice not saying so… I never considered changing my mind, I was really hellbent on surviving this unemployment phase without my mind going with it.
