My Money Story Turnaround – Post #19
I wish I could tell you a story about me waking up one morning and deciding to be ‘badass’ with money. And, ‘rah, rah, rah… you can do this, too!’ But, this just wasn’t the case.
My story is not exactly replicable, nor would I wish it on you.
Here’s what happened the day my life turned around – messy feelings, divine intervention, and all:
It was early afternoon and I was at my grocery store job – tucked away in the upstairs office at the back of the store. Mindlessly (probably numbly), I was entering the previous day’s sales data when a tsumani of feelings suddenly burst through my consciousness.
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Failure, sadness, and self-anger came flooding in with the realization I’d let my life come to this – “stuck in a dead-end hourly wage job, in a small town with no real friends, no real money, no real home, no real job, no husband, no real support system, no vision for my future”.
The realization was stunning – and appalling.
I was stuck in the body of a dead dream – a dream that lived on the back of someone else’s dream. It felt pathetic and wrong.
It was in that moment of overwhelming ‘grief’ that the ‘voice’ spoke me – my subconscious? The Divine? I really can’t say I know the source. But, I can tell you what it said:
I resisted – “No, I’m at work and have things to do.” The voice came back four times stronger and boomed:
This time, I heeded the urgent message, ran out to my car and started driving home – emotions fully flooding my body, tears flowing so heavily I could hardly see the road. (If this sounds awful, it felt that way when it was happening. But, it actually ended being a GREAT release that paved the next steps.)
When I got home, I dried my tears and was beyond motivated (despite my inner terror) to finally take action and change my circumstances (after a year of feeling trapped). In less than an hour, I had somehow shifted from helpless victim to committed action taker.
I had no idea how to solve my problems or what actions to take, first.
Perhaps a Higher Power took pity on me that day. First, by telling me to go home. Second, by making a business card fall out of my file cabinet drawer.
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Moments after arriving home, I decided a new job in a much larger city (an hour away) should be my first goal. So, I went to my file cabinet where I kept a file of employers in the city. As I pulled out the file, a business card dropped on the floor.
I took it as a sign and picked the card up to investigate.
My heart began to pound, wildly – something instantly resonated. The person worked in my desired industry and had asked me to keep in touch. I couldn’t dial the phone fast enough.
Join me tomorrow and I’ll share the rest of my story.
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