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Money is all-consuming these days. It's my main stress, worry, obsession. And I can't seem to wrestle it down and get a handle on it to say, "Back off! You are not important in the grand scheme of things....I only think you are!"
A wise man recently told me, "You are not how much money you have. Do you decide what to think or how you feel about people based on their wealth?"
"No!" I promptly answered.
"Then why does it matter if you need to lean on people a little bit right now? Maybe you'll be the bread winner some day. And maybe not. It doesn't really matter. It doesn't matter Julie."
I started to cry.
"What really matters is at the end of the day, you crawl into bed, and you get next to each other, and you both share about your day, and you have your conversations from your pillows, and you are there with each other. That is what matters. Everyone wants this, searches for this. I have friends who are billionaires and they are miserable because they are missing this."
I cried more. And nodded even though we were speaking over the phone.
"That's all that matters sweetie."
"I guess I am really lucky then. Because I have that. You have that. We're really fortunate, aren't we?"
"Yes, we really are."