The day my money tree died
I should have known this tree wasn’t going to last forever. My track record in gardening would have been enough of an indication I would kill it eventually. But I had one. Oh, such a glorious, abundant money tree, so easily accessible through the convenience of my trusty electronic card. I lived for three years with my money tree; the tree that sprouted from my decision to sell up and hand over the keys to my inner city apartment and undo the chains that were around my neck from its mortgage. I travelled, I volunteered, I socialised, I soul searched, I learnt Reiki, I daydreamed, I studied. All the while giving very little thought to the exchange of my time for any currency.
Then one day, last October, with an unexpected car repair bill (the consequence of the 10,000km road trip to the centre of this great country of mine), it died. No more. The tree just fizzled up and died.
Now you would think that for most people, it would mean the shake up to a reality that might involve full-time work and the end of the holiday as such. Not I; she who believes in the law of attraction! My life didn’t have to change given my magic money tree had gone. Thankfully the Australian Government would support me now that I was by their standards, or by anyone’s standards, dead broke. Things were going along fairly smoothly. I sold items of any value off that I wouldn’t miss too much. I picked up a few hours here and there at the local health food store. I even managed to work full-time for one week back in February. The Universe was doing a good job of looking after me from week-to-week.
But suddenly, as what little money I had from the things I sold disappeared, and the few hours I did work dried up, I noticed that in actual fact, I was more than dead broke. I was now careering backwards into a debt ditch with no visible means of digging myself out (a metaphor made even more appropriate if you know of my previous track record with driving). But what’s going on here…I believed in the law of attraction!? So Universe, where’s my bloody money!?
Oh, it has been rather hilarious realisation that perhaps the Universe isn’t planning on piling another huge amount of cash in my lap, to replace the one I burned through previously, without any action on my part, despite my belief that it could/should/would. And that is the catch: action!
I had read about the concept of “inspired action” – it’s when you take action that feels good. It feels so good, and doesn’t seem like work, because your moving towards goals that make your heart sing. It’s been a hard one to admit, but I had a significant block to getting inspired by action that was going to truly put me in a position to enjoy earning money from something I enjoy. I was scared shitless about actually stepping up to the plate and putting myself “out there” for public scrutiny/humiliation/amusement. So I kept applying for jobs, for little money (the drawback of living regionally), in the hope that some day I was going to inexplicably wake up with the courage to back myself in my own business.
Then it occurred to me, that I could get stuck in this loop for a very long, long time. At some point I have to face my fear and just do it anyway (actually, I think there was even a book written to that effect to help people like me…note to self: search for said book in library). So things are going to change around here soon. Consider this the official warning I will soon be embarking on carving out of my own little part of the entrepreneurial world. It will start small. But as the songs go, from little things, big things grow. And with this step, the planting of my very own money tree to replace the one that died will be done, but thank god this tree will come with a sustainable business plan, a target market and projections for growth! I realise that this whole Universal law of attraction comes with responsibility for me to play my role and I am ready to start playing now 
