When I COMPLAIN with no intention on finding a resolution.

TAKING more than I give.

FEELING LIKE A VICTIM.

Thinking about HAPPINESS in terms of the future. “When I have “X”, I’ll be happy.”

When I am confronted with financial uncertainty, be it perceptively big or little, I tend to respond fearfully first.

“Holy… Mother… Son of a…! What am I going to do! We are going to be living in a van down by the river! Destitute!”

In conversations recently, with friends in various financial circumstances, single and with families, I was surprised to hear similar responses to financial change.

Rich, wild, zany, invigorating playtime will cost you.

It’ll almost certainly cost you some physical energy, calories, thoughtful creativity, exhilarating risk, it’ll maybe even cost you a little pride but it doesn’t necessarily have to cost you cash.

I have tree trunk legs.

I have cellulite.

My body is forever altered after having a 10-pound toddler baby (who’s head was 7 of those 10 pounds.)

Naked. Both literally and figuratively.

My life is rich, full and vibrant, and yet at even the softest hint of losing my lifestyle, I crumble. Who am I without this lifestyle, this stuff? The fear of facing this question is enough to tie me in knots and keep me up at night.