The older I get the more I believe that money can, in fact, buy happiness. Not literally, of course, but having money provides you with the opportunity to do more of the things that make you happy (traveling) and fewer of the things that don’t (cleaning). If I had unlimited funds, I’d travel the globe and hire a cleaning lady to scour my home. I’d wouldn’t solely buy sale items, whether at the grocery store or at Anthropologie, and I’d definitely be saving more for retirement. What would you do (or not do) if you made bank?
Perhaps I feel this way towards money because I’m not making very much of it these days. My personal income is considerably less than it was just a few years ago when I had a full-time public relations job, although I suppose the appropriate question to ask is whether I’m happier now that I’m out of the rat race. The truth? I’m not sure.
Then again, maybe it’s not money or happiness that I’m seeking. Maybe it’s fulfillment…
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