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One Thing You Can Do Every Morning to Shift Your Vibration | Avocado Mornings #5

First thing in the morning (ok, after you have hot lemon water), you should do this: change your story.

I am someone who gets up at 7 a.m.
I am someone who wears scarves.
I am someone who rides my bike in Winter—and rocks it.

Change your story slightly. Mildly. Why so small? Because subtly shifting your energy changes your vibration, and lets the universe know you’re ready to allow new things to come into your life—big and small.

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On Clearing Out the Old: The Universe is Your First Responder

I’m not sure why I picked that particular moment—lying in the grass, sunshine ablaze on my eyelids—but I decided that this would be a great time to call Capital One.

I’ve been trying to clear out old shit (that’s the only word that applies) when it comes to money, to increase its attraction to me and my bank account. I’ve been wanting new writing/editing projects lately, and clearing out the old is a pretty good place to start when feeling stuck in the quicksand of broke.

I had been avoiding Capital One since April. That’s five months. Five months spent dreading the call, thinking I would have to muster up anger, self-righteousness, and immerse myself in the hard stance of: “Give me your higher up who can tell me yes!”

That’s such an unnatural state for me. I prefer bliss and harmony. I’m kind of a happy hippie.

I had been mysteriously collecting late fees, which was odd because I never use the card. What could the fees be on $0?

It has been a long time since high school, but I am pretty sure 0 x 0 = 0. Also, 0 \ 0 = 0. Other things like that. So, why was this different?

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Want More Money? Stop Believing That it Requires Hard Work

Yesterday, I didn’t have a dime. Literally.

On my way back to Boulder after an incredible two-week stay in NYC, I needed 10 cents. Just that, for the bus. I hunted through three bookbags, two suitcases, and two small purses. Nothing. I remember seeing coins falling a lot when I was in New York, and never stopping to pick them up. I had nothing to make $2.40 into $2.50.

The thing was, I had already been falling into poverty mindset fears on the plane ride back. And now this—my awareness showing it to me blatantly in the physical world. I would have laughed, if it weren’t freezing cold and raining.

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