Personal Finance 
4
comments

Why do I write so much about money?

Email  Print Print  

This is a guest blogging post by Julie Ali.

I have enough of it. But perhaps I write about money because I am interested in how money divides people. Rich people, or people with a lot
of money have something that poor people do not have. At its’ simplest level, the presence of money makes choices available.

And I am a fan of choices. I like to be able to decide if I can work or not. I would like to be able to eat and have shelter during my retirement years. I know that there is a finite amount of money in my future and that makes me afraid. This fear, propels me in my current life to pay down debt and this pay down of debt, to some extent decreases the money available for current usage and therefore for consumption. And if consumption is the primary measure of our success and enjoyment of life, then I guess, I am not as privileged as the rich people are. This understanding that I am not rich makes me wonder: “if I am not rich, am I poor?”

But everything inside me rebels against the label of poor. To be poor is to be status less. To be poor is to be empty of labels = middle class ones at least. To be poor is to lack choices and freedom. To be poor is to be no body.

If indeed, I am poor and a nobody in this society – is that really so bad? I am free to think, read and write. I am free to do what I want to do for
most of my day. If I am tired, I lay me down to rest. If I am hungry, I eat. I am on nobody’s schedule and nobody makes me do what I do not want to do. However, somebody is financing this way of life – my husband. Is it fair to him to ask him to pay his life energy for my freedom? I don’t think so. We both need to do our fair share. Just staying at home with the boys is not sufficient return for the freedom of being a SAHM. Work needs to fill some of the available spaces in my life.

The work I do has function, form and a fixed schedule. It serves some role in the motion of the great dinosaur of a university but one day, I dream, I will move out of clerical work and do something better. But what? What types of work are better? All work involves some indignity to the natural soul of a person. Work crushes humour, bleeds out a person’s rich and diverse character and creates in it’s place a bland Tapioca ONE PERSON who does little but mouth stock phrases and leap from one mothballed response to another. There is a strong desire in me to rebel in the work environment; to throw off the incessant humming of the telephone, the computer, the printer and the cash register. I feel sometimes that I am going mad in the dead zone of the office.

But it gives me money. This money I show to myself to make me go to work. This money I stuff into envelopes to pay down our mortgage. This money buys me.

So if work and money are buying me – my time -then the topic of money does have relevance. It has relevance because my time is precious, the amount of time I have is limited and unknown, while in contrast, work is endless and painful.

Julie Ali loves to write and is a stay at home mom of two elementary school boys.

{ 4 comments, please add your thoughts now! }

Related Posts


RSS Subscribe Like this article? Get all the latest articles sent to your email for free every day. Enter your email address and click "Subscribe." Your email will only be used for this daily subscription and you can unsubscribe anytime.

4 Responses to “Why do I write so much about money?”

  1. mapgirl says:

    Jim,

    You need to feature Julie Ali in an interview. I love her guest posts, but I have no idea who she is!

    Thanks!

  2. Matt says:

    FWIW, I’m just glad they’re marked at the top, so I can now avoid them.

  3. Ralph Morgan says:

    She’s not poor, just spoilt rotten. She does have a poor work ethic though.

  4. bruce brooks says:

    The great divider- $

    Money or the amount of it available to a person, makes almost every decision in that persons life.
    Where we live, with whom we vacation, or if we vacation at all.
    The people we spend our time with, the clothes we wear, the food we eat and the car we drive.
    Mostly, money, or our love of it, reveals who we are under the facade of clothing, make-up, residence, the car we drive, the company we keep. et al.

    The one unknown, which calls the tune to which we dance, is how long does our ride last? A person must decide how much of our limited time do we devote to gathering a pile of something that has absolutely no eternal value.
    “Doing unto others” reveals a persons character more acturately than our bank statement.
    America worships these green bits of paper and what they can buy.
    After providing for our families, giving of ourselves trumps the stuff we can buy with the time we trade for the love of money.
    We will be remembered not for how much money we leave but how much of ourselves we gave to others.

    Most of us are tricked into getting on that hamster wheel and running with all our might to gather as much as possible.
    When each of us is ready to leave this world, our last thoughts will not be “I wish I would have spent more time at work or gathered more money, rather; having loving family and friends that were impacted by what we did for others rather than the pile of green paper we left behind.


Please Leave a Reply
Bargaineering Comment Policy


Previous Article: «
Next Article: »
Advertising Disclosure: Bargaineering may be compensated in exchange for featured placement of certain sponsored products and services, or your clicking on links posted on this website.
About | Contact Me | Privacy Policy/Your California Privacy Rights | Terms of Use | Press
Copyright © 2014 by www.Bargaineering.com. All rights reserved.