Just turn left

I've been a little obsessed with the First Class Experience since the trip to New Zealand. (Read my post about the Universe's joke on me with this one here.)

Even a client mentioned to me this morning how his wife is brilliant at chatting to service people and she 'usually' gets an upgrade when they check in to a hotel. All she does is smile a lot, be very charming and genuine, and voila! Upgrade. How easy! (of course you have to believe that it IS going to be easy first.)

The day after my upgrade post I was getting my hair done and what do I read in Vogue? Yes - an article about what it's like to travel first class.

What was interesting about this one is that the author was not a usual first class traveler and was in all sorts of knots about what to do, what to wear, how to act in First Class, as if it were some secret cult. She asked her flight attendant friend for tips.

She said, "When you get on the plane, just turn left."

Of course. The choice for living a First Class lifestyle is always as simple as that - choose left instead of going right.

Then why is it so hard?

How about the turbulence my brain and emotions encounter when flying in to the prospect of a First Class choice:

"How could I spend $5 000 on one night's sleep?"
Translation into energetic vibe: There is not enough. I am not enough. I don't deserve it.

"Aren't there better things I should spend my money on, like helping the needy?"
Translation: There is not enough to go around. Rich people are uncaring. Luxury is excessive and selfish.

"People in First Class are selfish and out of touch." Translation: I am jealous. I am a failure because I haven't 'made it' to First Class yet.

I tell you one thing for sure, there is no way I am ever getting an upgrade to First Class with crappy unhelpful beliefs like these.

They are completely anti-prosperity and anti-abundance. And jealousy is #20 out of 22 on the Abraham-Hicks Emotional Guidance Scale.

20!

That's pretty low. Hatred and rage are one up, and revenge is up the scale next. No way I'm going there!

So it's time to whip out that Gratitude Journal and shift up a rung or two (or 20).

Here's a start:

Thank you readers - you keep me honest. I appreciate you being there to read my stumbles, along with the triumphs.

Good on ya!