Posts Tagged ‘money’

 

Serendipity

Friday, February 12th, 2010

I always fought so hard to be equal to my husband. Yeah, yeah … define equal and all that. From my perspective equality came with an equivalent income and a career choice that ensured future success and status. I had power and I fought to keep it. What I didn’t know – and what whacked me in the face this morning somewhere between kilometre 5 and 6 – was that it was when I relinquished the power that came with equal earnings that I actually gained my power. I found that hiding behind an equal bank balance was what really stripped me of my power.

There is so much more power that comes with the knowledge of who you truly are rather than the person you want others to see you to be.

Is money really the root of all evil?

Monday, March 30th, 2009

How much does one give and how much does one hold back? Do we promote greed and sloth by giving or by not …? There is always stuff in the gossip mags (I can protest that I don’t actually read them but I do occasionally have to go to the hairdresser and the doctor so they are always first choice to someone as self-deprived as I am) about billionaires withholding inheritances from their kids to instil a work ethic in them. Hmm, thin line I think. If someone is wealthy, they simply can’t pretend they are not and if someone inherits, let them. We get to an age (hopefully) when we start resenting having to work to live and some of us are fortunate to not have to …. some of us can do what we really want to, whether that is through having previously worked to live, hard enough to sustain us, or whether by inheritance or a windfall.

I say this now as a pledge to my child: you will reach an age, having studied and worked and lived to learn values and then whatever I have will be yours too. You will be able to work to be fulfilled knowing that I do not have to die for you to be able to do work that might help change the world.

Because, let’s face it, work that helps change the world doesn’t seem to pay so well. I’m sure parents think they are doing what’s right for their kids making them slog for a living when they are well off enough to enable them rather than disable them in their quest to make a difference.

I save every month for my child just in case I am not in a position to enable him when he is older – he’s got a nest egg even if there is no inheritance as yet.

Metamorphosis

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

Money has always provided me with a perfectly good reason to live. So, although I had a very meagre pay cheque, I now had my reason. Perhaps surprisingly, it was when I had finally rediscovered my reason to live that I realised I actually had two reasons to live.

I blinked and missed the moment that made everything change from surviving to enjoying. I had been waiting for this blob to transition into a real person and cannot even pinpoint the exact time when it felt like I had a purpose in being there for him.

For love or money

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

I sat in the interview and my eyes glazed over. I had so much caffeine coursing through my veins there was hardly any room for blood, but there was no way to kick-start a brain that was overflowing with nappies, routine, food, milk and the desperate need for sleep. I had forgotten how to think of anything else, let alone string a sentence together in a coherent business-like manner.

After the third interview, I began to think that perhaps it was self-sabotage … perhaps I actually really wanted to stay home with my baby, on some deep subconscious level I hadn’t quite accessed yet. But then I interviewed for a job I really wanted, was totally stunned when I was offered it and started two weeks later.

The love was lacking and I needed the money.