Why I’m no different than a millionaire..
Updated: Mar 16, 2020
I think about these things. If I were a millionaire, what EXACTLY would I do differently?
I probably would not stop
–being a stay at home mom, especially if my kids are the ages that they are
–being a wife to the greatest, handsomest, 45 year old
–homeschooling, in the same way that I do it
–teaching pilates at the Y for min wage and teaching at Hamilton Sundstrand for donation only
–teaching at Hallstrom (perhaps I would make everything free?)
–buying my clothes at second hand stores, since I do this for more reasons than just saving money.
–having people over for dinner after chapel on Sunday
–cooking for my family.. (since home-cooked food is not only cheap, it’s nutritious. I also enjoy cooking)
— attending our “farm chapel” as I call it. Money does not affect where we fellowship.
–living in the same house. Yes, I actually like it here. The exception would be if my husband wanted to take an apartment in downtown Chicago and be a self-supporting missionary there. In which case, I would probably keep the house, since I can not imagine living in the city “full time”
–encouraging our kids to try for scholarships, since this is just a smart decision.
–giving to the Lord, just different amounts.
So, what would I do differently?
Realistically, some things would have to change. Like, I probably would buy a fuel-efficient car, or put money aside for one. Right now all the cars are working, even the donated one. So, I would just wait for one of them to break, which is, by the way, what we are doing even without the million dollars.
I have been saving for what seems like a few years to replace the floor in my house. I’d just go out and buy it.
And I’m not even sure I can think of anything else that I would even do or buy. It’s a strange but wonderful feeling that becoming a millionaire would only bring me a hardwood floor and ?? And when you phrase it that way, why even try? Why work so many hours–just for money? or stuff?
If I were hungry, or cold, or without shelter, I’d be working for money. If you get right down to it, money buys: food, clothing, warmth, and shelter or the means to acquire those things (transportation). Everything that money buys is just a variation on those themes.
Food can be anywhere from gruel to fois gras.
Clothing can be anything from a burlap sac to Sax Fifth Avenue.
Warmth can be anything from a Potbelly stove to a vacation in Hawaii.
And shelter can be a cave to a sprawling mansion.
And transportation? our working feet to a Mercedes Benz.
Where money gets complicated is when we attempt to buy things that are not purchaseable:
happiness, success, health, acceptance, security, respect, love, worth, creativity, imagination, friends, and pleasure.
If we could just wrap our heads around this, we would have all the money we need. We’ll probably have too much, and we’ll need to share it.
And guess what? Nobody has died from a lack of a hardwood floor. So, really I AM a millionaire.