Yes, like being broke, working so hard on sigils and whatever to manifest a fortune, then you go for a walk and you only see a penny, so you kick it away in disgust - but that penny was a rare antique, and if you’d picked it up and blessed it, cherished it as the first emissary from the Kingdom of Money, you could have been retired on a golden beach (or whatever other daydream) by the end of the month, or at least far ahead of where you started, and maybe discover a new vocation for trading antique coins.
When I started doing magick as a child, I treated everything like a current, the small was more than symbolic of the large, it carried it within, like a skin cell carries the whole genetic code - a family friend who was doing well, I stole her lipstick, to have a bit of her energy, and I’d pick up random objects in the street, if that day was going well or if they were close to something special.
Recently an entity I talk to was confirming the power of recursive patterns in magick, of like attracting like, and that this is woven into the very fabric of the universe, not some mumbo-jumbo of half-understood old rites.
If you treat each thing you encounter as an Ambassador for its kind, it will immediately change how you view even the poorest current circumstances, because they’re not guardians or wards to keep you out - they’re put there by the Universe, to give you a chance to start levelling up, and showing how awesome things can be with this in your life.
If you were to climb this staircase, it’d feel like the same step repeated over and over again, except that at some point, you’d finally reach the top. 
That bit made sense in my head! 