Monday, December 19
Today. I decide. To be. Wealthy.
Today. Okay, that means "not the past," and it sure doesn't mean that old joke, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." It means "today." I keep hanging on to a lot of crap of hurt of why I'm not financially in better shape, and I've got to let it go. I've even gone to a 12-step program to deal with my anger and disappointment about the choices I've made in my life. So I've got let it go, and just deal with today. And not be like the totally irresponsible song, "Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine," which is about ditching the person that the singer is singing too, and anyway, it's winter, so no blossoms. There are a thousand platitudes about "today." Just deal with it. Whatever!
I decide. My responsibility is to take care of myself. However, I'm also taking care of my immediate family. I'm afraid, though, that this responsibility to take care of myself means that others will be dumped, like in A Cambodian Odyssey, when in the chapter, "The Selfish and the Dying," that people deserted their spouses when they were unable to keep walking. The person would be on the ground, calling out, "Sweet! Sweet!" to their life partner, who would shrug and keep walking No dumping. I need to decide to take responsibility for the stuff I'm supposed to be doing. Like know what the health insurance covers and what it doesn't and get the paper work in and the bills paid.
To be. Not "or not to be." To be in the moment. And then my former supervisor calls and wants to know when will I ever get that paperwork turned in that's a month late? And the neighborhood association president wants the newsletter to get ready for January by Dec. 23. I'm always a bit shocked that there's a day after Dec. 31st. I guess it shows in my lack of life planning.
Wealthy. Define wealthy. I'm wealthy in that I actually have land around my house, and a nice woodlot next door, and not living in some jammed-together neighborhood. I have a nice dog. I have a nice husband who worries over the dog. My mother-in-law sent money for Christmas, so I can now pay utilities. I have my health, my husband has his, so he's able to fix himself breakfast and dinner. The car works. There's money for gas. The girls are all healthy, and have nice lives at the moment.
So for the purpose of this blog, to be wealthy would mean that
Today. I decide. To be. Wealthy.
Today. Okay, that means "not the past," and it sure doesn't mean that old joke, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." It means "today." I keep hanging on to a lot of crap of hurt of why I'm not financially in better shape, and I've got to let it go. I've even gone to a 12-step program to deal with my anger and disappointment about the choices I've made in my life. So I've got let it go, and just deal with today. And not be like the totally irresponsible song, "Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine," which is about ditching the person that the singer is singing too, and anyway, it's winter, so no blossoms. There are a thousand platitudes about "today." Just deal with it. Whatever!
I decide. My responsibility is to take care of myself. However, I'm also taking care of my immediate family. I'm afraid, though, that this responsibility to take care of myself means that others will be dumped, like in A Cambodian Odyssey, when in the chapter, "The Selfish and the Dying," that people deserted their spouses when they were unable to keep walking. The person would be on the ground, calling out, "Sweet! Sweet!" to their life partner, who would shrug and keep walking No dumping. I need to decide to take responsibility for the stuff I'm supposed to be doing. Like know what the health insurance covers and what it doesn't and get the paper work in and the bills paid.
To be. Not "or not to be." To be in the moment. And then my former supervisor calls and wants to know when will I ever get that paperwork turned in that's a month late? And the neighborhood association president wants the newsletter to get ready for January by Dec. 23. I'm always a bit shocked that there's a day after Dec. 31st. I guess it shows in my lack of life planning.
Wealthy. Define wealthy. I'm wealthy in that I actually have land around my house, and a nice woodlot next door, and not living in some jammed-together neighborhood. I have a nice dog. I have a nice husband who worries over the dog. My mother-in-law sent money for Christmas, so I can now pay utilities. I have my health, my husband has his, so he's able to fix himself breakfast and dinner. The car works. There's money for gas. The girls are all healthy, and have nice lives at the moment.
So for the purpose of this blog, to be wealthy would mean that
- I have my bills paid
- I have employment to be able to sock some money away for the next illness or bout of unemployment
- I have three months worth of living expenses saved,
- I have the funds to go to the next college graduation and a job that will allow me to go.
- I have my health, including lower blood pressure and less weight and better grooming.
- That I look like I'm wealthy in that I'm neatly dressed and I don't look like a slob.
- And if we have to live in an apartment, that it isn't a creepy stinky noisy one.
- And some health insurance, please. I'd like to go skiing on the free ski days at Hoodoo and not worry about what would happen if my husband and I break our legs.
- My gall bladder surgery is paid off
- The student load is paid off
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