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According to My Checking Account

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$-25.38 in my checking account
Hey mom, may I borrow $100
until I get paid tomorrow?
I’m sorry to have to ask
but I’ve been out of
my thyroid meds for five days and…

$74.62 in my checking account,
driving to the pharmacy
reminding myself
This too will pass.
$34.63 in my checking accout,
driving home,
reassuring myself
I have everything I need
to turn my life around.

Louise Hay said
Money is energy
and an exchange of resources.
How much I have
depends on how much
I believe I deserve.

If that’s true,
something in me thinks
I don’t deserve very much.
According to my checking account
I’m not worth much at all…
Back home
I feel like curling into a ball,
shrinking away from the world.
I don’t.
I force myself to eat lunch,
and then I sit down
to do some EFT Tapping.
Amid tears and terror,
I affirm that I always have enough money
to live my most authentic life.
Now, God, what now?

I Wish Mine Could Be

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Terror.
Agony.
Uncertainty.
Future is up in the air.
What will I do?
Where will I go?
Where will I live?
So easy to go back to victimhood,
and blame the one
who made these children with me.
Recovering from the lies and deceit,
the abandonment, betrayal and loss,
some days it’s enough
just to get out of bed
and take care of the kids.
And now I need to take care of myself,
provide for myself,
fill up the massive hole in my chest
that he left when he threw me away…
And it has been two years.
Healing isn’t linear…
it takes many twists and turns,
and there are many in-between moments
of not knowing what action to take.
Healing isn’t linear…
I just wish mine could be.

Answering My Own Questions

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I want to sit at the feet
of a spiritual teacher and ask

How do you live in peace
when there is so much terror

in the world?

My mind swarms.
many recent close calls
in my personal sphere:
the cyclist who almost died,
my sister who escaped collision
by one car’s length,
one of my husband’s colleagues
held hostage by her violent fiancee
subjected to hours
of extreme fear,
the trauma now,
the healing that must be done
if she will ever trust again

I want to go sit at the feet
of a teacher and ask
How do you find the joy
with so much sadness?

And then I remember
I am my own teacher.

So I sit down,
and I breathe deeply,
and I answer my own questions.