It used to mean so much to me. I used to worship it. I used to adore it with my inner most being. And it was wrong. And I knew it was wrong. Well — I figured it was wrong just because that’s what I’d heard before. But I didn’t KNOW it was wrong because I didn’t know an alternative. But I’m starting to learn more about myself. What I need. And what I don’t need. And I don’t need money. It doesn’t even really make me feel any better about anything. It’s just little prices of paper. (Most people know that it’s not actually even worth what we say it is. But that’s a blog I’m not prepared to log. #rapperhabit)

What DOES matter is the things that munnie affords. I don’t like going to work. It’s not fun. It’s not the environment that I want to be in. It’s not the people I want to work with. It’s not the thing I want to do. But I have responsibilities that I need to handled that require munnie to be exchanged. And, for now, that job is my primary means of acquiring enough munnie to cover said responsibilities. (And while I do want children, I thank the Lord that he’s waiting to bless me with them until I am ready.)

So I’m just trying to figure out the simplest way to cover my responsibilities while minimizing the time I have to spend doing things that I don’t want to do. I’ll figure it out. I’m not worried. :)

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