This blog isn’t just a place for venting, story telling or discussions about business. It isn’t just an echo chamber to be used as a joint where we can rehash the same old stuff everyone else talks about.
It is here to serve as a chronicle of thoughts and ideas about life and as a historical document which can be used to see what life was like once upon a time.
When I pose questions about how much influence does money have on your life it is tied into other posts:
- If You Could Do Anything What Would You Do?
- Dear Children- Don’t Ask For Approval
- Bloggers Are Insecure
Some readers find it helpful to read those links because it helps tie everything together and some don’t because they can’t follow the thoughts and logic that lead from one thought to the next.
I am ok with that because this place isn’t for everyone and wasn’t designed to be.
How Much Influence Does Money Have On Your Life?
It is more rhetorical than literal. Really it is me asking if you are the kind of person who is willing to fight to live your dreams or content to dream your life.
That’s not directed just at you either, the finger I am pointing faces me too.
Long time readers know some of this and are familiar with many of my stories. You know I have buried more than a couple of friends and am more familiar with how short life can be than I want to be.
You have read the posts in which I said I wasn’t satisfied with how my life was going and that I wanted to change things because it wasn’t working.
I made changes.
Life is different.
Life is better.
Money Is An Excuse and Good Life Experience
I used to think about all the things I would do and places I would go if I was rich. It was fun to dream.
Hard work and luck made things happen for me and there came a day where I had enough money to take those trips and buy those things but what I found was that I didn’t do a lot of what I had always thought I would do.
Some of it was because I was too busy working to go on long trips to far away places. It was easier to go on lots of little trips & say the big trips would come later when the kids weren’t babies.
I didn’t buy everything I thought I would because I was trying to be responsible and because I realized I didn’t care about some of those things.
I Lost It All
Things happened. Life happened. The money disappeared. The opportunities dried up.
Five years later I am back but things are different because I learned the difference between want and need and because I don’t use money as an excuse for doing or not doing what I need and want to live.
What about You?