Yesterday during lunch, the conversation turned to the economy and money in general. I was a little nervous about the direction the conversation would take because our new business manager/account was part of the discussion. I was sure that I was going to have to make a graceful exit as her delved into a world of portfolios and interest rates and the stock market.
I was pleasantly surprised when he said, the problem with our economy is that people started worshipping money. If it was up to me, I would say we should bottom out and start from scratch.
That’s not what I was expecting at all. He went on to say that if people worried less about money, they would worry more about their families and their relationships. They would read more. They would spend days in the park with their kids.
Those are all things I did with my family when I was growing up. They’re all things that have shaped me into a person who doesn’t need new shoes every month, a fancy car, or designer clothes.
It’s hard to find people who share my beliefs in money.
So, I spent some time at my parents’ home last night (doing laundry!) talking to my mom about the stress of my day.
Because of a variety of weird incidents, I ended up having to pay extra for my plane ticket and was not able to transfer a ticket to my friend. In addition to the stress of the situation, I was pretty upset by the amount of money it was going to cost to fix the situation.
“It’s just money,” my mom said. “You’re still going to have fun.”
And she said it again, “It’s just money. You’re fine.”
That is the story of my life with my parents. We never had a lot of “things” but for the things that we did….it was always “just money.”
In giving it away, in helping people out, or in just having fun, I’m really glad that I have that point of view. In fact, the only time I worry about money is when….I worry about money. Otherwise, it all seems fine….