I have everything I ever need right here, right now.

Take an inventory of the actual minute and it is nearly always solvent. A chair. Air arriving. Something to do next, or nothing to do next.

Nobody in this minute is asking you for anything you cannot supply.

The bankruptcy is always projected. It belongs to a version of you in March who will be short of something — time, money, nerve, an answer nobody has yet — and the odd thing about that version is that they will have March's supplies, which have not been issued.

Provisioning a future self out of the present one's stores is how a great deal of energy goes missing. The minute you are in was always the one that was stocked.