About 4 years ago, I’m in my early 50’s now, I realised that I needed to accept the reality of my relationship with money if I wanted to gain some inner peace. Being self employed for the previous 12 years also meant I created a feast and famine scenario. A particularly lucrative project would generally result with me not taking work too seriously until I had to.
I place very little value to money, yet I used to fret about not having enough or existing hand to mouth, month in month out. I have previously had jobs that paid me exceptionally well and I was equally exceptional at spending whatever my employers gave me.
The way I have altered my relationship with money is down to many things. Primarily, recognising that I have two working legs, arms, eyes, I am healthy, loved and loving, to name a few.
Gratitude and thanks for what I have, not what I have not. I feel happier nowadays than I have been since my late teens.
Sounds trite?
Then you and I are different. Neither of us better, or more right, just different.