reversing the flow
So I've decided to change the direction of the flow of my Life. I don't quite know what this means, in totality. I must admit I've been following a string of UFO videos this morning; part interest but mostly procrastination. So bare with me.
Changing the flow; from outflow to inflow
Yesterday, my first day of experimentation.
I decided I needed more of an inflow of money.
I went for lunch.
As I approached the cash register I saw an old motorbiking friend of mine. I had a moment; pay for my lunch and then go talk to him, or visa versa. I really, in those seconds, considered the two scenarios and all their possible repercussions.
Talk first and then leave and forget to pay. Suffer the humiliation of the really nice cafe owners thinking I'd dined and dashed.
Pay first and then in my advancing middle age forget to talk with my friend.
Breathe.
And.
Act
I went and talked with my friend.
That's what felt the most fun. And the most fun usually turns out to be my best guide.
We had a lovely conversation, he, his co-worker and I.
Then came time to pay.
I was at the register first and realized I had no cash and that there was no other method of paying.
My friend said he'd pay. After all he had his lunch covered by his company and the prices at this particular restaurant were so low that even with the 3 of us his per diem was more than enough.
And besides that, it was his pleasure.
So $11. "Made" just by going with what seemed like the most fun.
And isn't reality how we decide to organize it, what we decide has meaning to a large extent.
That evening I met my friend to go to a play and for drinks.
We arrived at the theatre and before leaving, knowing I had no cash I grabbed the $100 bill that my father had given me for my birthday. At the theatre box office; I asked if they could break the bill. Nope. And so my friend steps forward and offers to pay for me. I'll get the drinks I suggest.
We adjourn to the bar after the show. Conversation. Drinks. And then the cheque. She throws down her credit card and I offer to get change for my $100. Nope. It's my birthday present, she says. How wonderfully sweet.
So $15 (play) + $10 (drinks)
As well as the regular work I did I "made" an additional $36 in a way.
An interesting way of looking at things.
Changing the flow; from outflow to inflow
Yesterday, my first day of experimentation.
I decided I needed more of an inflow of money.
I went for lunch.
As I approached the cash register I saw an old motorbiking friend of mine. I had a moment; pay for my lunch and then go talk to him, or visa versa. I really, in those seconds, considered the two scenarios and all their possible repercussions.
Talk first and then leave and forget to pay. Suffer the humiliation of the really nice cafe owners thinking I'd dined and dashed.
Pay first and then in my advancing middle age forget to talk with my friend.
Breathe.
And.
Act
I went and talked with my friend.
That's what felt the most fun. And the most fun usually turns out to be my best guide.
We had a lovely conversation, he, his co-worker and I.
Then came time to pay.
I was at the register first and realized I had no cash and that there was no other method of paying.
My friend said he'd pay. After all he had his lunch covered by his company and the prices at this particular restaurant were so low that even with the 3 of us his per diem was more than enough.
And besides that, it was his pleasure.
So $11. "Made" just by going with what seemed like the most fun.
And isn't reality how we decide to organize it, what we decide has meaning to a large extent.
That evening I met my friend to go to a play and for drinks.
We arrived at the theatre and before leaving, knowing I had no cash I grabbed the $100 bill that my father had given me for my birthday. At the theatre box office; I asked if they could break the bill. Nope. And so my friend steps forward and offers to pay for me. I'll get the drinks I suggest.
We adjourn to the bar after the show. Conversation. Drinks. And then the cheque. She throws down her credit card and I offer to get change for my $100. Nope. It's my birthday present, she says. How wonderfully sweet.
So $15 (play) + $10 (drinks)
As well as the regular work I did I "made" an additional $36 in a way.
An interesting way of looking at things.
posted by iorchid at 10:27 AM
1 Comments:
your writing is exquisite
I hope you've recovered from your loss
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