Does the Devil Really Wear Prada?Just when I think I have life all figured out someone throws a wrench in my wheel and I get thrown over the handlebars.
I was talking with a friend about money today. I was telling my friend that money was not important. My friend tried telling me that it certainly makes things easier! This I agree with, but it makes me mad that we tend to focus so much on it, become "popular" because we have it, or can use it to force ourselves and our opinions upon others.
My husband and I both have good jobs and we make a very confortable living. We are rich in many things which may or may not hold monitary value. My most precious things are nothing you could use money to purchase. But the more I got to thinking about money and what it can and can't buy you I started learning things...about myself.
I learned that I may be a walking, talking, living, breathing contradiction. I get frustrated at my loaded friends who cannot cough up $100 to give to charity, yet I own a $100 track outfit from my favorite designer. I clip coupons out of the sunday paper and stick them in my triple digit designer purse. I climb into my fuel efficient vehicle and and slap on my Chanel sunglasses!! You know those annoying ringtones we put on our phones to "be unique" and show "who we are"? Mine plays Marilyn Monroe singing "Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend". In defense of my ringtone it does happen to be from a favorite movie of mine. "Gentleman Prefer Blondes" is about a young singer/dancer played by Marilyn Monroe and her goings on with gentlemen of high monetary worth. Ends up she just has this thing for diamonds and really does love the guy. OMG what have I become!
Is money more important to me than I think? Have I made myself to dependant on cash flow?? Have I become one of those people I have scorned? Perhaps it's karma for being judgmental?? Or is it as simple as being thrifty with some things so I can indulge in others?
I think I need some serious meditation here. I will stick to my roots and not forget where I have come from. I can and will enjoy the finer things in life right beside the most important things in life (such as chidren, giving, nature, caring and respect) without selling out.
Maybe I am just thinking this through to hard. Perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on myself for liking these material things as long as I am not consumed by them. Here I go over the handlebars again.
