When I got my car fixed on Friday my mechanic, who has helped me out of a jam numerous times, said “You’re good for another 100,000 miles.” I don’t know if this is a good or bad quality about me, but I have this gullible streak and sometimes when people tell me things, I completely believe them hook, line and sinker. This was one of those cases. Maybe it’s just because I so want what he said to be true. Either way, I was thrilled to hear this about my car and had not a doubt in the world that it was true.
So when I get into my car today – just one week later – and the battery light went on, I’m not sure what to think. (“But he told me 100,000 more miles!” my little gullible streak says.) As I’m driving back to the mechanic, all the expenses from this past week go flashing through my head. Cell phone ticket. Timing belt. Registration. Late fee. F@#k. So I start thinking, “Wow, Universe, I’m really earning my PhD in money. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Stay positive, Sarah. This is a really good thing. It is. Thank you.”
Once I get there he says, “Could be the alternator. Mucho dinero.” I have to fight my energy from wanting to shrink into whiny “victimhood.” So as I stand at the counter, I keep pumping positive thoughts and feelings into my brain. “Thank you for this lesson. This must mean I’m doing a really good job at processing my feelings about money. Thank you. Thank you.” I kept telling myself to expand my energy (the way your energy feels when you hear good news or something really great happens) and not to contract (imagine the feeling when you hear bad news – your shoulders slump, your head goes down, everything gets smaller.) As they are looking at my car, a guy sitting next to me says “How’s your day going?” In the past, I would definitely have let him know how good this was not looking, how much I had spent on my car last week, etc. Instead I simply said, “Good.” And since I believe what people say so easily, I believed myself. 
In fact, I could feel that scared part of me relax like “Oh yeah, it’s all good. We’re having a good day.”
A couple minutes later, the mechanic comes in says everything is fine. The battery light had gone off as I was driving over and the mechanic couldn’t find any evidence of a problem.
“Thank you, Universe. I must really be doing well. Thank you.”
And while I was there, I got a good tip on where I should get my car smogged.
Thank you, Universe. Thank you again.