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I woke up this morning from a dream that I was collecting baseball gloves for charity at my local supermarket. You know, like the used book swap bin, but it was baseball gloves for kids. Like most dreams, the details were sketchy but I remember the feelings. I was excited about what I…no, we were doing, and it was successful.
The dream is a manifestation of my recent cravings to be part of something bigger. Something that involves life and the world we live in, the world of humanity and our planet.
I feel like I’m being pulled towards that path. I believe it’s one of the pieces that make up my happiness. But I haven’t yet been able to see how that piece will align itself with another piece of my happiness…financial freedom. I’m not an idiot. I don’t know much about the world of activism, goodwill, and non-profits, but I know this much---it’s NOT where the money’s at.
Just to be clear, so I don’t come off as completely shallow as I just painted myself to be, I’m not looking to get rich. I don’t believe for one silly second that money is the key to happiness. But the truth is I don’t even have the option now in my life to work in that sector because I’m so far in debt that I can’t afford to. You know maybe someone out there will tell me that there is money in non-profit work, but if so, I know it’s high-up on the ladder, and requires experience and degrees I don’t have because I can’t afford to go back to school.
So when I say I want financial freedom, I’m not being materialistic. I just want out of this box, this prison that I’m stuck in. I’m tied with financial chains to a future that doesn’t fit who I am. Or what I believe in.
I just need enough to start over.
Baseball gloves…
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that a real funny dream. wish i had those. mine always try an kill me.
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Posted by ShivPappa0
on 2008-09-06 20:32:16
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