Letter to Money

Dear Money,

I am writing this letter to you to let you know where we stand. You and I don’t exactly have the dreamiest of all histories. My earliest memory of you was when I was in kindergarten or first grade, when I wanted to take baton lessons; my mom told me ‘no’ because we didn’t have any of you to pay for the lessons. I wanted to take dance classes most of my life, but learned quickly that we didn’t have any of you for that either. You were never there for me. Every dream bubble that blew up with visions of fun, possibility, greatness and world-renown, was burst by the lack of you. Most of the early mornings of my childhood were filled with my mom yelling and screaming while she flew through the house on a cleaning tirade because we didn’t have enough of you to eat the next week. I was not quite in middle school at the time I realized that you and I were not friends. I could not do sports of any kind because of my mom’s relationship with you. Finally, one morning, on a usual tirade, my mom made the same type of statements she always did about you not being around again, and I decided I must do something about it. I was fourteen.

I got my first job at fourteen and a half and have struggled in jobs my whole life trying to make something better of myself, but you just would not show up for me in any of them. It has been a difficult life of which I have not accomplished much of anything I once dreamt about as a child, because of your stand-offish relationship with me.

Well now things are going to change. I know your game now. I know you are out there, within my reach. You and I need to sit down and have some coffee and chat. Ultimately I know that you and I need to be partners or our relationship will continue down the same spiny path it has always been on, loping downward and into bondage. I am conquering my anger with you, and the distrust I have that you will always be there for me. See, I used to think you were the leader in the relationship; the one that I should look up to, the one of whom I should be intimidated. But that is just not the truth. The truth is that you have always been available, and while I was waiting or you to make the first move and come to me, it should be the other way around. So here I am, making the first step to repair this relationship until we are tight friends. Now, my recognition of you is awake, and I am awakened to what this relationship is really supposed to be. Like love, your energy is constant; we only need to step into the stream and be part of it. Well I now step into the current. And I will not buckle up. I will spread out my arms, and enjoy the power of this energy, and I will blend it with love and giving, so that I am a conductor of you out into the world. Because with you, we are capable of so, so much in this world. All of those drama bubbles are coming back together with slightly more grown up (and productive) images inside. And the difference this time is that I know you are there to support me in all my dreams, and all that I visualize I will do in this life. So thank you, dear money, for being the energy I need when I’m down, for not being the evil character I was taught that you were, and for being constant; I will never run out of you now.

You continue to grow for me daily, in such large sums that I cannot spend it fast enough. You partner with me to make my dream bubbles a reality. I love you, money. Here’s to us and our new, lasting, everything-is-possible relationship. Cheers.

Yours,

Shannon