Some say the money is the root of all evil. Some say that money is the key to happiness. Which one are you?
I'll admit that I struggle with financial woes quite often. I don't really have enough money to do the things I would like to do in life but if I had a choice to continue living the way I am or to become a millionaire, which would I choose?
To be honest, I'd rather make what I make now than become a millionaire. And as much as I stress out about money, this may come as a shock to many people. People are always talking about winning the lottery and buying an island, investing their millions to turn it into billions, to buy vacation property or a house with 8 bathrooms. But are these things that anyone really needs??
The appeal of becoming a millionaire is confusing to me because I think money creates chaos. The more you make, the more you spend. The more you have, the more people want to take advantage of you. How will you ever know who your true friends are if you are a millionaire? How many people in your life would expect money from you if you became a millionaire?
I'm not saying that I wouldn't like to win some money to pay off my credit cards and student loans but I would never want to have so much money that I lose sight of what's important in life. Being broke keeps me grounded. When I obtain things I don't normally have, I feel a sense of accomplishment.
Many people probably think I'm crazy for not wanting to win millions. In fact, I've had people tell me that I'm crazy for not wanting this. But I think too much money makes your heart change. And I like my heart the way it is.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Clumsy!!
I just broke my umpteenth glass while putting away dishes tonight. I cannot tell you how many times I have broken stuff in my apartment.
If I had to describe myself in a few words, I'd have to use uncoordinated, clumsy and awkward. I'm constantly falling and tripping, breaking things, running into walls and cutting myself. I am not sure where this comes from. My mom is pretty clumsy and accident prone herself but I can't help but wonder if I'm causing these issues myself.
I have a hard time being on time to things if they are early in the morning; one being work. I swear I am running late and in a frenzy every day of the week in the morning. And it seems like something always happens to make me even more late, like I spill coffee on myself, break something, pick out an outfit and don't realize it has a stain on it until I am about to leave and then have to change my entire outfit, or I just can't find clothes. The first issue is waking up. My sleeping patterns are completely off balance and I seem to fall into my deepest, most restful sleep only a few hours before my alarm buzzes in my ear.
It seems that chaos, clumsiness and awkwardness just follow me wherever I go. I try to change it by getting up earlier and it will happen for a couple day but then I immediately cycle back into my chaotic crazy mornings.
I am actually amazed that I haven't seriously injured myself. This past weekend I fell down about 5 marble stairs while carrying too many things and was just stuck in my own thoughts and not paying attention. Luckily I caught myself with a heel in my ass and prevented a serious accident. I walked away with minor scrapes and bruises. And thankfully no one saw me either.
One night I woke up to my cat attempting to break into the banana bread on my kitchen counter. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to prevent a mess and a pile of vomit to clean up later. Barefooted on my hardwood floors, I turned the corner too quickly and performed a cartoon-like triple slip before landing in the doorway of my bathroom and hitting the wood frame with my arm. It was somewhat embarrassing explaining to my coworkers what happened to my scraped and bruised arm.
I'm afraid it's become a part of daily life for me and as much as it frustrates me, I've grown to not be surprised when I injure myself or destroy something. Sometimes I wonder if this is how I'll always be or maybe I haven't found my balance in life yet. I feel like I'm always in a rush and forget to take time to breathe and take a break from my own over-thinking to actually pay attention to what I'm doing.
I'll get there eventually... I hope. :)
Lead with your heart... even if it steers you head first down a flight of marble stairs.
If I had to describe myself in a few words, I'd have to use uncoordinated, clumsy and awkward. I'm constantly falling and tripping, breaking things, running into walls and cutting myself. I am not sure where this comes from. My mom is pretty clumsy and accident prone herself but I can't help but wonder if I'm causing these issues myself.
I have a hard time being on time to things if they are early in the morning; one being work. I swear I am running late and in a frenzy every day of the week in the morning. And it seems like something always happens to make me even more late, like I spill coffee on myself, break something, pick out an outfit and don't realize it has a stain on it until I am about to leave and then have to change my entire outfit, or I just can't find clothes. The first issue is waking up. My sleeping patterns are completely off balance and I seem to fall into my deepest, most restful sleep only a few hours before my alarm buzzes in my ear.
It seems that chaos, clumsiness and awkwardness just follow me wherever I go. I try to change it by getting up earlier and it will happen for a couple day but then I immediately cycle back into my chaotic crazy mornings.
I am actually amazed that I haven't seriously injured myself. This past weekend I fell down about 5 marble stairs while carrying too many things and was just stuck in my own thoughts and not paying attention. Luckily I caught myself with a heel in my ass and prevented a serious accident. I walked away with minor scrapes and bruises. And thankfully no one saw me either.
One night I woke up to my cat attempting to break into the banana bread on my kitchen counter. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to prevent a mess and a pile of vomit to clean up later. Barefooted on my hardwood floors, I turned the corner too quickly and performed a cartoon-like triple slip before landing in the doorway of my bathroom and hitting the wood frame with my arm. It was somewhat embarrassing explaining to my coworkers what happened to my scraped and bruised arm.
I'm afraid it's become a part of daily life for me and as much as it frustrates me, I've grown to not be surprised when I injure myself or destroy something. Sometimes I wonder if this is how I'll always be or maybe I haven't found my balance in life yet. I feel like I'm always in a rush and forget to take time to breathe and take a break from my own over-thinking to actually pay attention to what I'm doing.
I'll get there eventually... I hope. :)
Lead with your heart... even if it steers you head first down a flight of marble stairs.
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