Work It, Make It, Do It, Makes Us

Yesterday in my previous entry I discussed my aspirations for success in the one aspect of life I've always been obsessed with. One aspect of the world that will forever hold my interest and fascination. There's a plethora of labels to be utilized that give it a personal "punch", but I refer to the source of all evil simply as "Green".

My current relationship with Green is a tumultuous one at best. I tend to burn through my supplies of Green on a fairly quickly basis, though I have a f*&king fantastic time while doing so. That stated, I am starting to get a handle on the concept that good things come to those who wait. Good things like an all but paid for lifetime vacation some would refer to as "early retirement". No work schedule, no superior [or better yet dealer] to answer to, no need to stress over getting that next direct injection into the bank account.

A literal cure-all for the hardcore Green addict. Let me be clear, Green and the handling of it can be treated in many different ways, as there are many different people. As expected, some people will turn everything that elicits a positive response into an addiction, and spending Green just happens to feel fan-f**king-tastic. As a self-proclaimed addict to all things good and wonderful, I've fallen prey to my own demonic obsession with mulah. Luckily, as a 22-year old coming from a family with their own personal money demons [thus less willing to just give me any like some (stupid but awfully generous!) folks do], my consequences have been less dire than others. There's not much damage to be done to a bank account if there was never any substantial amount in there to begin with.

I can boast that I am without debt, which in this country's culture of Green worship is in

fact a notable claim. I currently slave myself out to the retail industry to receive my bi-weekly dose of dinero, which granted aren't the best dosages out there but for what I need, they work. For what I want is a different story. In order to achieve what I desire in my financial region of life, I have to start really observing the art of self-discipline. If that means I eat in around 95% of the time, if that means I can't attend every show and concert within driving distance, alright. If that means having to wait to buy all the toys and candy in the candy store, then I suppose I concede.

Make no mistake, I only concede to get what's mine. If what I desire for some unforeseeable reason is out of reach in my current lifetime, then I will have just proven how I can adapt to different lifestyles, do the Darwin and survive. I've accepted the possibility of never attaining a lofty sum of wealth.

...and just because it's a possibility, doesn't mean it's real. >=) In the end I will be one to eNVy.