


Worry. Worry. Worry. All I’m hearing is “recession this” and “inflation that” lately. I thing the saying “Money is the root of all evil” would be more accurate as “Money is the root of all worry.”

When I was young and broke, living in NYC. The worry was Will I have enough money to buy a subway pass today? Will I have enough money to pay rent on time? I can recall debating on whether to use $1.25 for the subway or walk it and buy 2 bagels for the day instead. One for breakfast and one for lunch. Hmmm....transportation or food? It was a legitimate choice.
These days my money worries have evolved into will I have enough money for my car payment or that vacation I was planning next month? And it’s no longer bagels, but expensive french restaurants? Can I afford the fois gras and the Pinot or should I stay home and cook?

Money worries people. It worries me. Maybe it’s that poor immigrant blood that’s been coursing through my veins for generations. Money should be something that we enjoy. Something we use to by the things , the experiences, the moments that bring us happiness. Money shouldn’t keep us up at night wondering how to get more of it.
I can remember it keeping my mom up for years. I can remember it keeping my sister up as she struggled to make it in show biz. It definitely is a worry passed down in my family and something the whole country seems to be dealing with lately.
| alison skirtboston | makes the world go 'round
Posted Thu, 08/21/2008 - 15:00
when I had my first apartment in Boston, my first priority was paying the rent. Everything else was secondary to staying in the city, even food. So, we lived on pasta and I often walked the 2-3 miles to work to save the whopping sum of a $1.25 subway token (it was free outbound--what a deal!).
Fast forward 25 years and not a lot has changed: house payment comes first, then extras like bottles of Stags Leap (when we can get them). But life just doesn't seem that simple anymore. I often have nostalgia for my "poor" days when any pleasures made me feel rich.
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