Today my friend referred to the people at the Farmer's Market as the BoBos (Bohemian Bourgeouis). I've been thinking of a way to describe these people for years! Though I know it's only fear and envy, that makes me a judgemental pill. I would have loved to have been one, but besides the lack of a trust fund, I was still sporting the mall bangs.

I am working to release my prejudice of wealthy people. Especially, wealthy, blond, housewives in Beverly Hills with small side businesses. Last week I met one of these women and I, again, became judgemental and enviousness of the inherent fabulousness of her lifestyle. She turned out to be very nice, kind, and smart. Until I learn to accept wealthy people as individual children of God doing what they know how to do best (and not part of some mass conspiracy to forever enslave Latino immigrants), I am keeping my own abundance at bay. And while I'm not looking for trophy wife gig (nor do I qualify for one) I really wouldn't mind weekly massages, monthly travel, and a generous home decorating budget. So long as I see that as evil, I will not manifest it without feeling evil myself. And there is more than enough for everyone.