Sometimes I get to thinking about myself and how things are just so inconvenient and how I’m not where I want to be and how if I could just make a little bit more money every year I’d be a bit better off. Not happy, just maybe happier.
But periodically I’m reminded that I’m blessed beyond belief. Like Jamie says here. Some call it sacrifice, some call it a blessing.
Or as my French Grandfather always said (in favor of the US government – wierd huh): I love paying taxes in America. In no other place could I have made so much money.
Anyhow, I think it’s time we did a little collective repentance for our incredible selfishness and poo pooing of our myriad blessings and Providence.
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Here, here. And to quote my good friend’s husband, Theo, wealth isn’t just a measure of money.
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greentheo Reply:
February 2nd, 2010 at 1:43 pm
Nice… I’m glad I’ve finally made it to the status of “proverb creator”!
But it’s true… wealth isn’t money it’s having things of real value… like free time, friends, intellectual stimulation, functional familial relationships.
In other words, the things that marketers try to infer that you’ll have when you buy their product. Ooo… now that would make a good post!
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