Seventeen dollars and a secret

I have reached an interesting juncture in my lifelong quest to cross everything off my "to do" list.  I have run out of money. 

With ten dollars in my wallet, and another seven in my discretionary spending account, I must now decide what to do with my sorry self.  Experiencing shock and horror neatly filled the first day; searching for explanations and assigning self-blame, the second. 

Somehow I always imagined that the day I crossed the last item off that list, I’d feel free to do whatever I truly wanted to do.  But while there’s nothing on my list I can do with only seventeen dollars, I find that I haven’t the foggiest idea what I want to do. 

Except for obtain more money, of course.  A thought which drifts into "The Secret" -inspired daydreams of circumstances I would quite ungrudgingly allow into my life.  A lottery win of one million, I realised, could probably supply me quite comfortably with an annual income of $80,000 from the interest.  For that matter, a mere and measly half million could give me $30,000, just by plonking it uneducatedly into an online savings account.  Would I complain?  No, I wouldn’t complain.  Especially as it would prove that the guys from "The Secret" were right after all, and plenty more of all things good is thus shortly coming my way. 

Sadly, though I’ve probably met more people who’ve seen "The Secret" than those who haven’t, I’ve yet to meet one who’s "manifested" even a lonely half mil.  What’s that you say?  Yes, but I haven’t MET the guys who made the film, have I?