What We Make Up About Money
The rupiahs are here!
If you follow Good News posts, you’ll know how excited I was to receive rupiahs for a copy of my Pray Rain Journaling eBook.
A reader offered to exchange to dollars before sending, but I specifically asked her not to. Two hundred thousand rupiahs! Can you imagine?!
And that’s what the mailman delivered yesterday. I lit up like a Christmas tree when I realized what I was signing for.
In fact, I made the mailman wait while I opened it. “You have to see this,” I told him.
And sure enough – there were four beautiful, colorful, exotic, completely foreign (to me) bills: two 50,000 denominations and one 100,000.
There’s a young guy with a cute mustache on the 50,000 bill, and two older more distinguished looking gentlemen on the bigger bill.
The mailman was unimpressed. I tried to explain. He didn’t get it.
But it didn’t extinguish my delight.
My ex and his friend came over.
“Check this out!” I handed him two hundred thousand rupiahs. “What do you think of that?”
He looked at the foreign paper and said, “I think you got ripped off.”
“I asked for these,” I explained. I didn’t want to spend them. Is he crazy? How often do you get to hold rupiahs? I wanted to experience them. And here I had two hundred THOUSAND of them in my hot little hand! woo hoo!
His friend handled the bills; for a minute I thought he might be impressed.
“How much is your book??” I told him he was holding the equivalent of $20. He handed it back and said when he went to Mexico the vendors only wanted U.S. dollars. “Dollars are what’s valuable.”
Such party poopers, these two.
Irregardless, I’m enjoying these four bills.
But the reason I’m writing about them is because it made me realize something about money.
That is that it’s .. so .. arbitrary. I mean, these bills mean nothing (at least nothing to me). It’s a couple scraps of paper, with some writing and colors and faces, and .. that’s it.
It’s almost like the whole money thing is kind of pointless. I thought how ridiculous my dollars must look to others who don’t understand what they represent.
Yes, these rupiah bills are beautiful, but they don’t have a charge like a $100,000 bill would for me. Or even a $10 bill. They just don’t look like .. money.
Which is giving me all sorts of insights about how I feel about money.
For example, if someone had mailed a $20 bill instead, I might think:
- “Good thing no one stole it in the mail” or …
- “Get it in the wallet so you don’t lose track” or
- “That’s what you earned for your hard work.” Maybe even
- “That will get you into the movies tonight.”
Those thoughts reveal that I’m CAREFUL with money – which means I’m vibrating some sort of “beware you don’t lose it” equaling fear or lack. I’m also seeing it as something that I EARNED, rather than a limitless energy that comes forth simply because I said so. And it shows that I equate it to life pleasures.
Look what I’m making up about money! Ridiculous!
I know a Money Coach who likes to reiterate that money is just a metaphor. She says money isn’t real; it’s just a bartering tool we assign arbitrary meaning to. I didn’t deeply understand that concept until I spent time with rupiahs.
Money isn’t powerful. I am.
Money can’t liberate me. It can’t love me. It can’t make me happy. (Well, the rupiahs kind of did. hee hee – j/k!)
Money truly IS just a symbol of energy, something that we can manipulate as easily as we manipulate water, oxygen, electricity, love, etc.
Money isn’t tricky. It’s not hard. It’s not even valuable.
If we could succeed at removing any negative charge we have with money, can you imagine how easily we would manifest it?
You know each of us is really good at manifesting something “easy” – like parking spots, green lights, good seats, quick appointments, etc.?
Well, we’re good at those things because we’ve come to think of them as “easy.” You think of money that same way, and it’ll be JUST as manipulable.
In the meantime, if you have trouble thinking of money as easy, get some foreign currency in hand. I suspect it’ll help grease the wheels.