What if I have words with the Finance Department upstairs?

I’VE BEEN KNOWN to cry when the tax department calls wanting to know where their money is. Especially at 8am in the morning, on the tail wind of yet another night of elusive sleep courtesy of wee fangs The Larrikin doesn’t even have yet or 101 other reasons for sleep deprivation that I didn’t know existed prior to becoming a mama. (Bless his wee cotton socks though, I do love him so xx).

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I get upset because I just don’t have it – that money someone is always holding up their palm for, the money they’re rightly owed. If I did, they would have it already. Then, when I do get it and give it to them, it’s gone, evaporated – poof! – and I don’t have it anymore for the next fat financial burden racking up in the meantime. So, I drive myself to work harder and longer to earn more, but the more I earn the more taxes I owe, the more tired I become, the more upset I get, wah-wah-wah-wah… cue in the aforementioned wailing for being stuck with old and stupid debt. Stop me anytime...

Basically, it sucks and feels like crap. I’m so over being financially tragic. I don’t want to be angry at the Inland Revenue Department anymore for hoovering away a third of my earnings, for my taxes funding professional beneficiaries, or for paying extortionate levies just on the off-chance that one day I trip over my pencil in a terrifying workplace accident. There’s zero fun in all that and it’s boring, negative and pointless. I do want to change this loveless record playing round and round and round, where it’s hard to feel love for my creditors for wanting what I don’t have, and even more difficult to love myself when I feel so monetarily hopeless. I'm a seemingly intelligent person and the rest of my life rocks, so I'm sure there is a better way to operate...

Time to have 'words' with my Finance Department – the metaphorical one upstairs. It went something like this: "Now look here … this simply will not do … I already spend virtually nothing outside of mandatory survival expenses, like having a roof over my head and food … I’ve got a wonderful wee baby now and can’t be working all hours that God sends … remember Einstein’s definition of insanity … I want solutions, not problems from you”. I throw out the toys from The Larrikin's cot (again, metaphorically) and every financial freedom cliche I can think of. I emphasise the words passive and residual in relation to the type of income I desire. Then, and perhaps most significantly, with a simple eyelash bat I restructure the whole department. I fire the worrying jackass that has been running the show up until now (i.e. me) and instead appoint my crack Universal Flow Team.

I will keep you posted here on future accounts... In the meantime, I'm leaving you with the below Kelly Howell free guided Meditation to Create Abundance and Wealth. I like it a lot and her voice is heavenly. I even made it to the end still conscious once – quite a feat in my semi-permanent sleep deprived mama state. I came across it on Tharyn's blog. I don't know Tharyn at all, but here's a shout-out to him nevertheless for sharing his thoughts and other cool stuff, as I am enjoying very much :)

xx