Sometimes money costs too much. Ain’t that some truth right there.
The pursuit of money cost me integrity, sanity, true connection, freedom and truth. It stole parts of my soul and hid them in places I did not find until all of my being came apart.
I thought the money I made, made me. It became my identity and my worth. I threw it around hoping somehow it would bring love to me. It never did. Instead, it put distance between me and love.
The journey back to my true value has been a long and bumpy road. Still, it makes me question my un-questionable value when I forget to remember. It’s insidious nagging scratches at the door some days, whispering promises of glory and fame. I’m learning to call it in, pour love on it like honey until it finds its place once again.
Money is not my enemy, nor is it my friend. It is a pile of numbers that constantly shifts and moves on my command. No longer does it own me. When I know this it comes willingly to sit at my feet in service.