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.