“Those old Germans were all about the money.
I remember working for a neighbor all summer. Long days, milking by hand. Field work with horses. Finally, one day while the old man was in town, I decided I’d had enough. Went to the house and told his wife I was quitting. She looked at me with kind eyes and told me she didn’t know how I’d put up with it that long….
Couple of weeks later, I came back with my dad to collect my summer wages. The old farmer gave the money to my dad and I never saw a cent….” from a recent conversation I had at a family get-to-gether talking w/ Lewis
This morning for breakfast, as I spread the home made wild black raspberry, strawberry and apple jelly I made myself over the three pancakes, I was feeling blessed and centered.
One second later, a negative gruff voice was telling me “Yea but, you should have been out earning money , instead of messing around in the kitchen like an old woman making jelly.”
I stopped and thought about that for a minute.
Michelle challenged me last week to pay attention to some of the self talk in my head so I tried.
I asked myself, …
At the end of my life, am I going to measure the success of how I lived my life based upon the number of dollars in my bank account?
Can I be really really honest with you? 😉
Right now, there is a real part of me that thinks I will…
especially when I am tempted to compare myself to my siblings.
I am the first-born. I have 2 siblings in particular who both seem to have an innate ability to make money. I’m not saying they are greedy. I don’t sense that. I do know both are into rental properties, managing multiple businesses.etc and seemingly doing quite well.
I on the other hand, have a really detached attitude about the stuff. (money) I want to have the options that financial soundness can bring, but at the same time, I also consider the issue of stress when making financial decisions.
I am not a big risk taker when it comes to borrowing money, etc.
There is something all of us have called our stress quotient.
I took a test to measure it at one point and scored really low on the stress quotient.
Low meaning, I should not be building high risk spec houses or investing any money in high risk investments. My personality is more suited to playing it safe.
The more I pay attention to the amount of self-imposed stress in my life the better I feel.
Here’s a picture of the old duffer who lives in my head:
The old cuss that lives in my head
How about you? Do you have anybody living in your head that reminds you of this mean old German that lives in my head?
If you do, what sort of things does he (or she) like to nag you about?
What do you tell yourself when you hear the nagging?
Any suggestions for getting rid of him or do I just have to live with him and make the best of it?