The Lady, or the Tiger?

Isn’t that some old story about being given a choice of two doors? Behind one is a beautiful lady, gorgeous in every way. If you choose the wrong door, a tiger jumps out, maims and consumes you. (Back in the days when I dated the hopelessly emotionally crippled single men, I’m pretty sure they would have hoped for the tiger. But that’s another series of blogs.)

Of course, we face choices every day, but I have one in mind for you. What if behind one door lies total bliss, joy, long chains of days of happiness? And behind the other is a semi-truckload of money, oodles of it. Enough cash to buy whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it.

See where I’m going? It’s tempting, isn’t it? Money seems to be where it’s at these days. We’re working two jobs, we’re trying to make more, but when do we have enough? I listened to an Internet speaker who told of breaking into her new online business. This woman only made $8,000 the first year, then a mere $50,000 the next, and is hoping this year to break the million dollar mark.

Always more, more, more. When will she ever reach enough? What kind of never-ending game has she staked out for herself? Does she appreciate what she has, or fret that her business hasn’t performed as she’d hoped?

I admit I got into this myself. I was trying to manifest a $125,000 advance book deal for my Lilith and the Faeries novel series. I was engaged in a 90 day Money Magic exercise, led by my mentor, Bernadette Wulf (great book). And then about day 75, my cat got sick and I knew her transition was near.

Suddenly, I realized I already had everything I needed. I didn’t need more money. I can get by quite wonderfully well on what I already make. I just wanted my cat back. And though Missy has gone on to the spirit world, I learned the lesson and learned it well.

Think about choosing the door with the joy. It comes to you in hundreds of ways every day if you start paying attention and forget about the money (which will take care of itself, I expect). Give it a try and see what happens. That’s what the faeries seem to think is most important, anyway.