It’s Only Money, Honey

I got all my paperwork in order this weekend.  I’m all caught up on the personal filing that has been overflowing, and I even did my taxes.  This is the latest I have ever done them, and that’s because I’m actually on solid financial ground for once in my life.  It feels good, but I’m not accustomed to the ease of it yet.  When did ten whole dollars become just 10 bucks?

Some people are uncomfortable when it comes to money; I guess I’m just not one of them!  Even when I was temping, I always got by.  All those cheesy clichés are true when it comes to money—where there’s a will there’s a way certainly applied to my tenacity in finding every spare penny so I could summer in New York with Lucky 10-Key.  Now I’m seeing how the other half lives and the view is gorgeous.  I can buy a bunch of stuff that I don’t really need, but it looks pretty and is great at collecting dust.  Don’t get me wrong; I love that I can finally be the generous friend, the daughter who isn’t shaming the family, a breadwinner and bringer of bacon.

I think it’s important to hold dear to that other money cliché—money can’t buy happiness.  You can fill your life up with stuff, but stuff can never fill YOU.  Instead, fill yourself up with something more significant like zest for life, passion for your art, and awe in things immaterial.
Currently playing:  Michelle Featherstone, Always For You


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