It is my mission in life to succeed. Of course, exactly what succeed means is what’s giving me the headaches. Whose value system do I use to measure the success of my life? The church’s? Well, that would probably be a good choice as far as my character is concerned, but since I’m not an active member of any church, that might be a problem. My parents’? There’s another good suggestion, but my parents and I don’t agree on a lot of things and I shudder to think of analyzing myself and my actions from their point of view. My friends’? Well, it’s true that I agree with them on most of my opinions, but my ambitions aren’t in sync with theirs. In fact, ambition is a word widely considered as a joke among them. So, how do I measure the achievements of my life? Which role models, community leaders, or other personalities are there to use as a guide? Oh yeah, I just remembered, there aren’t any out there. Oh well, maybe I can wait a few years and accumulate a few more achievements before I try to do this measurement of success thing again.
I’ll go ahead and admit it: I am awful when it comes to money. It’s not that money intimidates me; I don’t tend to fear inanimate objects. It’s not that I find managing money to be difficult; it simply takes a little patience and some planning. It’s just that — and I know that this is a terrible thing to say — I find handling money to be boring. It’s boring! Not just detail-oriented, not just controlling, not just time-consuming but tedious, unimaginative and drawn-out. Okay, I know that there are people who find personal finances exciting, and there are even people who have made it their life’s work, but I cannot relate to them. Oh well, they probably think that writing for a living is a pipe dream and cannot relate to me. It takes all sorts.