A meeting I had.
Not so much about love.
But about money.
To me love considers a lot.
Perhaps even coins.
That would be something.
The topic we were speaking about was about financial stress.
That this exists.
When there is for example a lack of money.
To not be able to pay rent.
Or having problems to make ends meet.
To have a discrepancy when it comes to paying for things and the money that is coming in.
These are just some examples.
I felt good to know this.
Not just because of this information, but also because this goes further than just having to experience this.
It can cause mental stress, sleepless nights, perhaps even other things.
Feeling lonely, because it could feel like a place you can’t get out.
Or just my explanation about how loneliness can feel.
It could also of course be an actual place.
But that could be different for everyone.
Also something I found out during this meeting.
We all have our own strategies, to handle things and what is good for us.
Perhaps that includes the money we make.
Among many things.
During this meeting there were several tips given, to cope, perhaps even overcome this kind of stress.
But that is not the reason I am writing about this.
Perhaps just to ventilate about it.
To understand more about it, while writing about it.
Because answers come from within and are at the tip of your fingers.
Writing is a good way to go and find what is necessary.
Even when there is no answer coming.
That is already an answer in itself.
It is at least worth trying.
At least a standard I am living by.
The reason I was attending this meeting was because I was experiencing some kind of stress.
Some discomfort, let me put it like this.
But just in a different way, that was explained in this meeting.
A way I am making, to make money with my talents.
I think I am saying it discreetly in this way.
With my writing, perhaps even more things.
The focus is to make my way out of where I am now.
And there was this stress I was feeling about the money that I was making and with not being able to pay rent for example.
To meet a kind of standard to leave that place I am living.
Perhaps even to take care of myself.
But as I was speaking during this meeting and now writing about it, I found I was in the wrong place trying to get out of there.
And this was causing me to feel this stress.
A mental burden of how I was feeling it.
And I didn’t sleep so well for some days.
I was trying to get a different apartment with the same money I was making.
That was a bit foolish.
Because that money isn’t enough to afford something else.
At least not something with what I am doing.
The richness of my writing.
Or where I want to go.
Even if I don’t know what that place is.
All will be fine in the end.
I was just in the wrong place.
And that is the end of it.
The place where there wasn’t enough.
A place of lack.
While I am rich.
In my words, writing and understanding.
Perhaps even in my feelings and being.
I think I am finally on my way out.
In conclusion, I already knew that I needed to make more money.
To fill that space, perhaps even a gap. To overcome.
Whatever I was feeling.
But being in the same place and expecting to earn more money like that, was not the way.
That space was already filled, by the place I was in.
The reason I wasn’t getting out.
The discomfort I was feeling was a sign of that.
Repeating a cycle that I was already in and expecting a different outcome.
But when you repeat the same thing, you will get the same outcome.
Also something that was said during that meeting.
Perhaps something for you to know.
And that is why I was stuck in the same place.
Things I had been experiencing living in that kind of house.
Completed and outgrown.
This is why I am feeling it like this.
It was getting time for me to move on.
And sometimes that comes with a bit of discomfort.
The meeting I had was with a bunch of people.
Some people left, while the meeting lasted.
In the end there were just 3, well 4 including the psychologist.
One of them said in that meeting to surround yourself with rich people.
I believe there is a misconception there.
What we think that is, at least.
‘Why is being rich so important?’
More in general, so that is why I am also writing it down here.
But it could be that I am wrong.
I mean, I don’t have that kind of money in my account.
That I can officially call myself rich.
When it comes to money I am in a good place.
A roof over my head. A bed to sleep in.
The warmth of the heather.
Clothes I can choose to wear, even different shoes I am walking on.
Money from my job coming in and some savings I don’t have to worry about.
The freedom to travel everyday.
Taking the train for a coffee.
I can afford myself a bagel with cream cheese and salmon.
A drink and dinner here and there.
Which is keeping my vibration on the level that is good for me and I can continue on for more than a little while.
However this is what I have come to know.
According to the things I have been experiencing and somehow even when I was short of money.
I was always able to pay for the basics.
Because that is where money starts.
Being rich is not about the money in your account.
I believe, when we think of it this way.
We are missing what it is, what it is really about.
Perhaps even missing other things.
In life and in love.
But the message is just this.
Being rich is not a state of being, perhaps not even a mindset.
Just to open you up for what is coming.
It can be many things.
How to handle a situation.
Understanding what to do.
Being in charge of yourself.
Controlling your emotions.
And that are just a few examples.
To me the message that should be known is that richness is something in ourselves.
Not an outside source.
Not even hidden, as we think we know.
To understand just this.
It can lead the way or open up something that can show you that pot of gold.
Because the thing is.
Richness is not always expressed in money, but how we think and how we look.
How we behave and handle even the slightest money.
Richness in its essence, it is to understand the value of things.
Money is just a part of that.
Not the end and not the beginning.
Not an importance to live by or a way of identifying yourself with.
Because to me that is poor.
But who I am?
I am just Lakshmi