A Letter to Money

Dear Money,

You were so kind to me. Always there. Always easy.

For years you stood patiently by me. Waiting for me to pay attention.

Waiting for me to notice.

And I didn't notice you back.

I took you for granted.

I gave you away.

I thought your only value was in exchange for bigger stuff.

Better house.

Better car.

Better crap to put inside the bigger house.

Materialistic consumerist bullshit.

I was just starting to figure this out.

But you had already had enough.

You walked out.

And I totally understand why.

All along you were just a mirror. You were showing me myself. And I refused to look.

I ignored you.

I didn't value you.

I used you.

And gave you away.

And when you were gone for good. I was just left to look at myself.

What I had done.

And why.

I realized everything that I had done to you - I had done to myself.

Every time I ignored you - I had also ignored me.

I had ignored my soul.

My desires.

My dreams.

You taught me that.

You taught me what it means to value myself.

My time.

What I do in this world.

You taught me that my relationship with you is far greater than the stuff you can buy.

It's about self-acceptance.

It's about worthiness.

It's about creating freedom. Security.

It's about being my own hero. 

As I have forgiven myself... it seems like you've forgiven me too.

You're back.

And I'm so glad.

I love you.

Meadow

Comments

[Vicki]

Love it. I think I might need a heart to heart with money too.

[JoreJj Z. Elprehzleinn]

I so much appreciate that you wrote this letter rather than instructions on how to write a letter to money. It is so much more inspiring to actually write one. I feel inspired to. Thank you.