Not quite empty

The artist across the courtyard from me drives a new Jeep. I drive an older Jeep. I have been running on the "bottom" of my gas tank, putting in what gas I can whenever the low fuel light comes on. She runs on the "top" of her tank, filling up every couple of days. We are spending the same amount of money on gas...she is secure in knowing that she has a full tank. I have been really nervous a couple of times coming down the mountain, hoping to get to the Mercado in time. I have finally realized that this is a reflection of a much bigger picture. For some reason (perhaps the price of the gas), I got into the habit of waiting until the "last minute" or believing in the limitation of circumstances. This stuff will reflect into my whole life! I have to change now. It is all a matter of perception and I let the idea of being ripped off at the pump infiltrate my way of life. I know better than this! But stuff like this can come at you in unexpected ways, and, caught off guard, you can be influenced without realizing it...with just this sort of thing, running on the bottom of your tank. I am going to fill my gas tank (I may need to sell another painting to do it!) as a statement to the Universe and start thinking like my neighbor.