A Million Dollars Worth of Life


So excited to be going to bed. I have the ceiling fan blowing and two floor fans. The air conditioner is set on 68. My legs are spent from a great workout and my belly is full. I’ll soon meet my goal of 260 with 10-15% bfr. Setting and achieving goals in areas where it’s easier for me helps me to do the same in areas where is not so easy.

I’m giving a massage tomorrow and I’ve got set with the pay for my non-profit work. I’m earning.  I’m having a phone meeting tomorrow with a successful writer so that we can map out or work schedules for next week.

I’ve been talking to a Marine I deployed to Iraq with and it looks like we’re going to roomies again in LA.

I’ve been preparing to go to an annual prayer ceremony in June and I’m very anxious to see that family.

Mother is home from the hospital for a few days of recovery. She’ll go back in next week for another surgery. I’m grateful to be able to be here for her and to be of service. I am very good and helping people who are sick.

I may not have made a million dollars in my life but I am overjoyed (not joking here) that I chose helping people over selling others down the river for my own personal gain. I may be judged by many for my lack of “security” and financial success but if I had those things and felt like I got there by abusing others– well, let’s just put it this way, I don’t think I could live with myself.

I’ve had a great life and a great career and I hope for more in the future.  And for someone who has never had a lot of money in the bank, I have seen a lot of this great big world and sucked the marrow hard. I’ve run the wheels off it and I’d do it all again to avoid being someone who’d ever say something like “I have more money than I know what to do with.” I look forward to the adventures in the immediate and distant futures.

For now, I’ll continue to help Mom in any way I can, continue to explore and recover around the compulsive underearning, and continue to prepare for when I can return to LA and New York.

And in the very moment, I’ll enjoy the fans, the stillness of the Alabama night, and the sound of Sydney giving himself a little bath by the bed. Good night and I’ll–

See y’all tomorrow.

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