I love spending money, I ain't gonna lie.
I learned something valuable this week. I've slipped into my old survival ways being full of anxiety about what I don't have. That feeling can keep a life small. That anxiety warps the mind and dulls my days. I made a serious error. I love maple syrup. I bought corn syrup instead. Not nearly as tasty.
Buy what I really want and really need. Don't be cheap. Go for the good stuff, that's a key to an already unlocked door and that's what keeps it coming. It's faith.
How's my bank account? Infinite. There is no limit to what this world can provide. If I focus on the dollar amount and allow myself to Kirk out, I'll most likely lock the door. If I remember that line in The Wire where Omar says to Marlo as he's sticking up his poker game: "Son, nobody owns money, people just spend it!" it get's me out of my small thinking. All money is borrowed. So are my guitars, my clothes, my saxophone, my van, my time. Someday I'll get to die like everyone else and a blessed person will get my stuff and throw it on Ebay and some other blessed person will buy whatever it is and put it back into service.
That's the flow......
peace, jef
I learned something valuable this week. I've slipped into my old survival ways being full of anxiety about what I don't have. That feeling can keep a life small. That anxiety warps the mind and dulls my days. I made a serious error. I love maple syrup. I bought corn syrup instead. Not nearly as tasty.
Buy what I really want and really need. Don't be cheap. Go for the good stuff, that's a key to an already unlocked door and that's what keeps it coming. It's faith.
How's my bank account? Infinite. There is no limit to what this world can provide. If I focus on the dollar amount and allow myself to Kirk out, I'll most likely lock the door. If I remember that line in The Wire where Omar says to Marlo as he's sticking up his poker game: "Son, nobody owns money, people just spend it!" it get's me out of my small thinking. All money is borrowed. So are my guitars, my clothes, my saxophone, my van, my time. Someday I'll get to die like everyone else and a blessed person will get my stuff and throw it on Ebay and some other blessed person will buy whatever it is and put it back into service.
That's the flow......
peace, jef
