Sitting, watching as strangers comb through my belongings at my garage sale, the things I no longer feel called to own, I’m reflecting on the process that went into the purging of my Colorado life in preparation for my Leap to Oregon.

It all started several months ago, I had a vision in meditation that showed me packing up my Colorado house. It was a strange feeling seeing that vision, sensing it was from a Divine source but not understanding how it would play out in my life in the months to come.

Skip to three days before my yard sale, speaking to my property manager, I had the sobering realization I had to empty out my entire house if I was going to rent it through his company. My heart sank and my anxiety peaked. My expectations of keeping my belongings in the house while renting it was shattered. You know what Buddhists say about having expectations, it’s a clear path to suffering. Damn.

I suffered both apprehension and trepidation in clearing my house in three days… by myself. At my lowest point of sheer mental exhaustion from ruminating on my worries, I offered the process to God.

Dear God, please take this burden from me and help me through this process!

Instantly, I felt internal peace, and confidence to proceed with purging. Through signs from the universe I was assured that I could do this by myself. Twice that day I was told by two separate people, “The Universe doesn’t give you more than you can handle.” When the same medicine is offered twice in a day, I take note.

If Universe thinks I can handle this, why am I not acting accordingly? I questioned. So, I put on my big girl panties, and got to work.

By the end of those three days here I am, with the majority of my belongings sitting on my driveway being rummaged through and valued (or devalued) by strangers. It’s certainly weird to watch, but I’ve had another fascinating realization.

My yard sale is visual confirmation of the abundance I’ve accumulated over the past 6 years. Ironically, for those 6 years I lived with a scarcity mindset thinking I never had enough. I constantly craved and grasped onto measly scraps I had or was entitled to. Turns out, it was all a matter of perception and my perception created my reality. For those 6 years I felt I was lacking.

But this weekend, I’ve felt fulfilled giving some of my favorite things away to friends, especially items I knew they would enjoy. I felt at ease donating left over items and selling to strangers knowing they could benefit from my overflow of abundance. It’s as if God said to me, Abundance has been there the whole time.

What a huge shift in perspective! Now, instead of living from scarcity, I’m opening myself up to look for the abundance and ultimately joy in each moment. I’m finding gratitude in the mundane moments, such as thanking Universe for the means to be able to pay for gas. I give thanks noticing how the golden beams of sunset reflect off the tall grass at just a slight angle, as Bdawk sniffs along a neighborhood trail. I’m soaking in our final moments before we each head off on our own adventures.

Ultimately, I now inner-stand that abundance surrounds me even in my darkest moments of scarcity. It is up to me to shift my perspective and take notice. Universe is constantly providing and caring for me, (even if I don’t open myself up to that inner-standing) and for that I’m eternally grateful.