A year ago, before Christmas, my husband and I had a meeting. We sat down at the kitchen table and talked about how much money was in our bank account currently and how much we wanted to spend during the holiday season. Our budget included a trip for my husband and our two boys.
We did the math and said, “Okay, at the end of the holidays we will have X amount in our bank account.” It was an intention as well as a promise.
December came. Chris left with the boys, and our two girls and I wanted to do a few special things while they were away. For a day or so I asked myself if this would be wise as I may end up overspending. But it felt right, so I went with it.
We got massages and manicures and bought a few other things, and by the time we were done I realized we had, in fact, spent too much. We had gone over budget by about $900.
Realizing this, I did not freak out. Instead, I told myself that what we’d spent felt right to me and everything would work out somehow.
A few days later, my last day of vacation before returning to work, I was driving to a friend’s house when I got terribly lost. For the life of me, I couldn’t make a correct turn. Finally, I decided to pull into a cul-de-sac and consult my GPS. As I did so, I noticed something strange: On the street, there was a small pile of papers.
As I neared it, I looked closer. Those weren’t just any papers, I realized. It was a pile of money.
I got out of the car and picked it up. Then I counted it. The amount was $900 exactly.
What does the struggle for inner peace look like for the rest of us?
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