Money

I was thinking about money recently. I did some math and came to the conclusion that I don't need much. This was freeing. It means I don't have to work five days in a row. I can work exactly as much as I need to and use the rest of my time to build up a community out of the shambles of my previous isolation. And the money thing? Well, money is only a problem if you let it be one. If the only security you find in your life is through money you will never be content you will never be at peace. There will never be enough. Money can't touch my brokenness money will never change who I essentially am. It can't stop me from being depressed it can't bring me joy. I say all that with a clear head. I have so much I have never gone with out yet I have been miserable with a deep intense misery. The kind of misery privilege allows a senseless despair that rots out its host leaving a shell of a former self. Money couldn't touch that. I can't pay anyone to take the despair. Thankfully I don't have to.

There is a time to plan and a time to stop thinking. A time to eat and a time to sleep. I wish inactivity wasn't so misunderstood. Too many times I think people equate creative napping with laziness. Laziness results in nothing. Creative napping produces something.