Lack of money limits choices. It’s so easy to focus on what I can’t do or afford that I often forget that I still have a choice as to how I chose to act.
Lately, I’ve been a grump. I felt sorry for myself, frustrated, limited, lacking.
When reality would come knocking and life was showing me that compassion with myself and others would be the better choice, I tried my best to ignore it. Wearing misery like an ugly old sweater pulled up against a hostile world got to be a real drag. So when I found an ugly sweater that I loved, I “decided to rock the ugly!”
Now, I lost track of “rocking the ugly” between then and now about half a dozen times but “rockin’ the ugly” is a choice and it sure beats letting life weigh too heavily. I’m old enough now to know “that this too shall pass.” No one can take their money or possessions with them when they die and as much as I’d like to leave a physical legacy for my children, they aren’t going to be taking it with them when they go either. In the end, all the money and stuff in the world won’t matter. What matters is how I chose to live my life and how I made the best with what I was given.
I’m going with the flow. Here’s to “rockin’ the ugly!