Financial abundance didn't come until I realized the abundance in the air around me, the wealth in a flower, the riches in a breeze, the lottery of being conceived. Our next breath, a glass of clean water, our five senses, the ability to walk, someone's greatest wish. Money didn't flow until I stopped looking for it to save me, for it to be a solution to my pain, for it to give me permission, for it to give me anything at all, other than the essentials. And what is essential for my fulfillment? How little do I need to be happy? A laptop to write and publish. Some art supplies to paint. An internet connection to coach. Good olive oil. A few black shirts. All else is extra.