After meeting with my new financial advisor this week, I was moved this morning to do a different kind of accounting: Gift certificates.
I carry around in my wallet: a punch card full and holding a $20 discount, a gift card for a free massage, a free entry to an SF museum, $70 to a local clothing store, $50 to a book shop, a $50 online gift card, and 5 free movie passes!
It’s all well (very well) and good to tally up my financial records, but if I’m not taking account of these bits, too, then I am not giving myself an accurate picture of my abundance. I can look at my bank balance and see one number, but forget that I have over $200 in freebies IN MY WALLET.
May seem silly to warrant this a place in my daily blog, but when we stack up our assets and liabilities, are we being complete? There are the obvious places to look for what is good and positive, but what about the forgotten heroes of our selves, and wallets?
Being where I am in my spiritual house-cleaning, I recognize the metaphor I’m playing out in real-time, collecting and tallying up the disparate assets of mine. And I appreciate its showing up, because sometimes this self-/internal accounting can be written in red ink alone.
It takes courage, humility, honesty, and something like joy to allow myself to look at the assets written in black, the places where I have more abundance than I like to admit—whether that’s in my wallet, or in the mirror.
Owning Voice 