When Tali finished sharing her story I found myself reliving a weeknight dinner at my childhood home. My parents, my brother and I lived in a publicly assisted apartment complex of a wealthy town in Massachusetts, yes my friends, I grew up in the projects. My mother stayed home and took care of my brother and I. She drove us to school every day armed with our brown paper bagged lunches, sweet notes of love and encouragement written on them. (Might I add this was before pinterest people-this was all her!) She picked us up, along with most of our friends every afternoon. We knew she would be waiting with a smile and a snack. There are no words to explain the comfort, confidence, or sense of peace this one unconditional act provided. My Dad got home from work shortly after we got home from school, around 3:30 or 4 o’clock. We did homework, got ready for sports, watched Wheel of Fortune and then we ate dinner together. Every single night between 5 and 5:30 we ate dinner together.
My parents made financial sacrifices to support our time together. Growing up my father always told me “Tarsh, money doesn’t mean anything. Don’t ever let it get in your way.” He quickly followed this up with, “Just take care of your credit and money will only matter as much as you let it.” I am sure some of you are thinking he was crazy to teach me that money doesn’t matter.
I mean obviously it can spread joy and alleviate stress when used properly. Through education, money can provide the opportunity to expand and grow. In that way, it can also buy the supports and services required to help one meet their fullest potential. But fooled be not-money will never learn the lessons for you. It is up to YOU to learn them. How much you learn depends on your effort and determination. The difference maker is tenacity and passion and desire and consistency, not money.
Money can also be used to pay for the expenses of a family vacation, or to bring people together who live far away. You know what though, if you are full of desire, angst, anger or any other distracting entity you will not be fully present for these vacations or gatherings. In that case it doesn’t even matter how much money you have. When mistakes are made or feelings are hurt you address them with love and hugs, not Gucci and Prada. What matters is how you treat yourself and your people, your tribe.
You’ll notice I refer to The Alchemist by Palo Alto often. (Honestly, if you have not read it you are really missing out. (Check out a PDF copy of the book here )That is because, like Tali’s words, the book opened my eyes, my mind and my heart. Alto encourages his readers to remember happiness comes from within. Happiness comes when you figure out the legend of your soul and then live your life accordingly.
What is the legend of your soul?
Money is not my currency…
In the world of this Magic Mama money will not bring you true happiness. It can be used as a tool to spread joy but be careful to remember~Happiness is a state of being that a soul exists in, searches for, and enjoys. Money is something used to acquire and consume. The two could not be more different.