Some people believe in God. Some people believe in little more than themselves.
I personally choose to believe in the universe. Some things are too intertwined to be just random chance.
One of my favourite what is the universe up to stories happened in one of my favourite places, Bangkok, Thailand.
I’d made a friend during her travels and it was her last day in Thailand, so we had decided to visit a few markets so she could buy gifts to take home.
I was just at the beginning of my trip, so not particularly interested in buying things to weigh my backpack down. I was desperate to find a copy of the Lonely Planet South East Asia on a Shoestring, but I wanted a secondhand copy as my budget didn’t have enough cushion to buy new. I wanted to buy the book to see if a trip I’d been invited on by three new friends made sense and was hitting the places I was interested in visiting.
We looked and we looked. Through the markets, near Khao San Road, anywhere I thought I might find a budget copy. And I never found one at a price I liked.
Defeated, I went to check into another hostel as I couldn’t afford our private room alone.
And placed on my allocated bed number was that very book. The book I’d been searching for all day.
I couldn’t never explain that as anything other than the universe working in my favour.
I said yes to the friends who had invited me to travel with them and it was one of the grandest adventures of my life, spanning another two countries and as many months.
I’ve been reading a lot of books lately that discuss gratitude.
I think there are some obvious benefits to gratitude, such as treasuring what you already have, giving yourself a sense of abundance even if you’re not currently where you want to be in life and also as a way to send a signal to the universe that you like what it’s sending your way.
Cheesy? Yup. On point? Maybe.
I’ve started a daily gratitude journal, where I have to write at least one thing I’m grateful for. I want it to keep me in check while I strive for more, to realise how blessed I am already.
Today while searching for quotes to draw to place on my office wall, I found this beauty:
I remember the days where I wished for what I have now – unknown
I have so much that I had wished for in the past:
The freedom to travel as much as I want, a beautiful home, a supportive boyfriend, a hyper puppy, a business that provides me with more than I ever dreamed of, a brand new car… the list goes on.
They say that real wealth is wanting what you have, rather than having what you want.
And I feel pretty grateful to have everything I could of only dreamed about years ago.
What do you feel grateful for? Do you have a gratitude ritual to appreciate all the abundance in your life?