On a rainy day in Williamsburg, Stephanie and I decided to grab a cup of coffee and chat. There’s rarely ever a moment where we’re not chatting. I remember thinking how I was working my ass off and I felt like I wasn’t bearing any fruit. I felt like my harvest was dying as each season passed. What was the point of all this intensive labor if I couldn’t reap from anything I sowed? Stephanie gave me great advice and told me to write down the word abundance. I knew the literal meaning of abundance, a very large quantity of something, but didn’t understand why she of all the words she could have suggested she chose abundance. And I never ask why so it plagued my mind once we departed.
Fast forward to months later through heartbreaks, strained friendships, depression, and other tribulations I didn’t share with anyone until recently. I now understand why she chose abundance. I needed to change the frame of my thinking (once again). I remember her suggesting meditating and mantras and I snobbishly thought, “I”m not a hippie and yoga is NOT my thing”. But once I put my ego aside I realized it was not about yoga. It is about connecting with one’s self. My thoughts were formed from a place of scarcity.
When I thought of the word abundance, it was on the terms of financial and materialistic gain. I had money. I was able to travel whenever I pleased. I could shop and dine out whenever I wanted. But, I still felt poor. I read somewhere that true abundance is when you experience “joy, health, happiness, a sense of purpose, and vitality.”
The essential meaning of abundance is that you are solidly happy with who you are and no external event or situation—whether good or bad—can add or subtract from that happiness. So be mindful of the seeds you sow within, practice gratitude, practice self-care, perform a random act of kindness, and change your frame of thinking.
Stephanie, thank you for choosing a word that was once meaningless to me until now.
We were having coffee at Toby’s Estate in Brooklyn. Check them out!