What is the mountain of my life? It’s not money.
Is this why I’m not rich?
No amount of brainwashing will make me endure slaving over money. I wish I could’ve been wired otherwise. I see ambition on friends’ faces and hearts and used to wonder if I felt envious, but my truth is not in that space. I know with certainty that I don’t belong there, and that I will have to start really believing that when we do what we love, we are most successful and consequently, most rewarded (i.e. the money will come).
From an essay I read today:
…when a person is working in the area of his of her expertise, worries and cares fall away, replaced by a sense of bliss.
In Spanish, instead of asking someone you just met “What’s your work?” or “What do you do?”, the question is “A que te dedicas?” — To what are you dedicated?
The romantic in me would gladly volunteer “LOVE” as the answer, or maybe it would make more sense to answer with specific people to love …
But beyond this abstract motivation, what does get us out of bed in the morning? Is it to pay bills, to work to provide for our family, to put food on the table? Is it to count the hours until we get to go home and rest again, ready for the next day? Is it so we can meet up with friends after work, to unwind and watch a movie with our loved one, or to go on facebook and chismis the day away? Is it to pray and be accountable for our time and talents?
What’s your honest answer? Why did you get out of bed this morning?
It might not be the same reason tomorrow.