Let's imagine for just a moment that you won the Lottery. Envision being so well off that you never have to worry about bills, putting food on the table, the ever rising price of insurance, fuel or prescriptions, and the like ever again. Looking at the latest $500 million Powerball purse up for winning I had to, (even for a second) picture how different my life would be if say I was to win that much money.
Would I upgrade my home or move, buy a newer vehicle, a vacation home, start a college fund for my nephew, upgrade my wardrobe, donate a wad, share a few million with family and friends? I have always dreamed of helping build wells in poverty stricken areas so they can live better, grow their own food, bathe and drink freely. How different would I really want my life to be?
When I left Oakhurst at 19 to chase the "American dream," I had $300 to my name and no idea what the days ahead would bring. I practically supported the Top Ramen Corporation those first years on my own. The inventive ways I found to prepare those bland dehydrated noodles and MSG ladened seasoning packs still boggles my mind.
Carrying three jobs simultaneously left me exhausted and honestly a bit defeated. I was working my fingers to the bone waitressing, selling retail, and even bringing myself to take a position cleaning other people's desks, toilets and trash cans -- not a glamorous time. I ponder how different my life would have been then if so blessed with immense wealth. I could have afforded the exorbitant tuition that kept me from attending Brooks Institute, had my car painted when it started to look like a molting snake, even set my retirement fund in place. But honestly I have to say I would not alter my life all that much, regardless of how much wealth I acquired.
As a young lady I humbly found my way in the world through the school of hard knocks. And I wouldn't give one arduous second of it back, as I am a product of every one of those challenges I faced.
The woman I am today is a direct product of the formidable existence I lived in those early years. If I had been wealthy might I have become a more indulgent, selfish human being? If money had been so easily accessible would I have learned to appreciate the little things as I do? Would I know the true value of a dollar and have respect for it?
Pondering the idea of absolute freedom gifted from sudden affluence makes the little hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Come on, don't pretend you don't know what I mean. I welcome the blessing be it in my future, most definitely. I am merely stating that I cannot see that great wealth would be a game changer for me. A larger home would mean more to clean, as I am an anal retentive, second generation Type A personality, there would be no house keeper cleaning my home. More vehicles means more visits to the dealership, more time in the dreaded lines at the DMV and less room in the already tight driveway. More stuff would not necessarily equal more happiness either, have you ever seen a happy hoarder? I rest my case. So realistically I can say that no amount of money would change the way I live my life, as I unequivocally love it as is. Though I would truly appreciate the indulgence of a daily massage, I have to admit.
So think about it -- today you pull that lucky lever at the casino, purchase a winning lottery ticket, get that inconceivable knock at the door from Publishers Clearing House, and you never have to worry about money again. I know, close your eyes and revel just a moment, savor the mere thought, go ahead. Now truly ponder how different you would want your life to be. Keep in mind more isn't merrier, bigger isn''t always better.
Though it is fun to take a second and imagine wealth, more often than not money seems to be the root of all evil.