I liked ozma’s comment in the last post about the mice raining down being a possible portent of change. Spare change would be nice, but big-scale life change would be welcome. If I hold still, I think I can smell it in the air. Or perhaps it’s just the smell of friendly vermin, wafting through the attic light fixture. Don’t know yet.
We are safe, living where we live. I never take that for granted. Safe is very, very good. But money can do good. I say ‘do’ instead of ‘be.’ I know money itself is neither good nor bad. It’s the doing with that matters. I would like to do some good, for my family and for other families, with money. I would like to have that option. I would like to do some good, for my family and for other families, with money. I would like to have that option.
Last week I sent my little girl to school with new shoes for the first time in four, five, months. When she came home, she was laughing, saying some of her classmates asked her if she had stolen the shoes out of the Lost and Found bin.
I was glad that she was laughing about the incident—she said it’s just that there was a pair of shoes like it in the bin—and I tried to laugh with her. I am glad she is still young. I don’t know that she would be laughing about that kind of a day if she were 12, 14, 17 years old.
I read and hear this adage quite often: Do what you love, and the money will follow. I don’t know if it is quite as simple as this. What about those who love their children more than anything, and would love to stay home with them? No dollars springing up like dandelions, unfurling like ferns in the backyard, last time I checked.
I love to write. I work hard. There is money but not enough. I know many, many of you know this landscape well. The questions, of course, are: Do you shift gears? Do you try to find something you love more? Is that the key? Or do you stay the course? Will there always be more losing than finding, for some?
I welcome the mice raining down on my head and my dirty towels, because they have gotten me thinking. I am going to look in a book of symbols, look up “raining mice,” see what the outlook is.
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