As a family, we have had the 7 years of famine, 7 years of feast pattern most of my life. I remember plenty of times I was told no, or we just can’t. Of course those are overshadowed in my adolescent mind by all the times I got what I wanted… or a car or something… haha. My parents worked hard and have instilled that same mentality in me. When you work hard, there is often a reward or a paycheck.
I am literally sitting here staring at my first 2 paychecks from my new part-time jobs… Caribou Coffee = $40.73, Target = $74.50. They are resting softly on top of the sheet of notebook paper that reads out my monthly bills. Needless to say, these checks cover the notebook paper better than they will help cover my debts. But, as much as I should be panicking, freaking out, asking my family for money, pulling my hair out, donating blood, etc… I am in perfect peace.
Maybe it’s because it was just Thanksgiving or maybe its because God is good at reminding me of the parts of my life where I am rich. I am one lucky girl, let me tell you! This weekend, my amazing friend Ashley was able to open a store in Fargo, ND. She is living one of her dreams and she’s allowed me to be a part of it. Several of my best friends have recently gotten engaged. Do you know how cool it is to see these couples stare at each other with so much love? Seriously! Awesome! Yay! I am fortunate enough to not only work at Caribou Coffee but I’m also a temporary part of an awesome creative staff at a church. They challenge me to think, create, grow, and not give up. You know what else is a huge blessing? Since moving back to Minneapolis, I’ve been able to re-connect with a few old friends, so even though I’m being a stick in the mud about meeting new people, I still have some awesome people to hang out with. Woot!
So, to end this whole page on a cliche note… ahem… Although I am broke in terms of money, cash, moola, coinage… I am beyond rich. (let us all roll our eyes now… ok… got it out of your system?… good) There are going to be days when I stare at my bank account and get nervous and on those days I will NOT be thinking about how blessed I am… I won’t, it’s not in human nature, but here I am acknowledging that at the end of the day, no matter what USBank tells me I’m worth, the people in my life make me a millionaire. (ok, I’m sorry, that’s a terrible sentence… seriously, you have permission to roll your eyes again… ) Let’s not forget the actual point of this lesson. I’m a sad, broke hipster, but as I sit here in my flannel shirt, black plastic glasses, skinny jeans and moccasins while typing on a MacBook Pro I am anything but poor. None of us are. We were all able to get up this morning, use most of our appendages and are able to know someone in this world loves us. You know what? I think that’s pretty awesome. yeh!