“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle,
[ Day 84 of 2000 ]
My favorite weekend chore is taking GBoy to the local library. He is now old enough that I can let him loose in the kids section with a huge bag. I then roam around the whole building. I love the sight and smell of books. One of the spots I always stop by is the audio books aisle.
I am not a huge fan of audio books. I can read faster than listening to it, and I don’t usually like the tone or the voice or something else about them. However, there are times I would like to read, but can’t. Like when I am driving to work.
Last week, I came across Financial Freedom by Suze Orman at the library. I had heard of her, but had never read anything written by her. I picked it up, and popped it into my car’s CD player.
To be honest, I didn’t like the whole thing too much. It was entertaining. It also has valuable advice for someone who doesn’t save enough. However, it wasn’t for me. I cannot believe that money has a life force or that it will come to me only if I respect it.
However, there was one thing that stuck with me.
Right in the beginning, she starts off by asking a bunch of people to rip a dollar bill into half. She asks the audio book audience to rip up their own bill. I was driving, and had no dollar bill on me. And so I didn’t. However, just the sound of paper ripping on the CD gave me goosebumps.
This was not the first time I heard paper rip. This was just the first time I thought I heard money being torn.
My reaction to that surprised even myself. It was just a dollar. It is not like I don’t waste a dollar. If I could buy something unwanted just because it was a dollar, I should be able to do this. Trust me, I have done enough of that. I love going into dollar stores. Partly because it is still a novelty for me. There are no dollar stores(or anything equivalent) in India, and our town didn’t have one until a few months back.
I came home, found a one dollar bill, and tried to rip it. I couldn’t. Thanks to my will power, I could get to the point where I convinced myselt that I could do it. I still didn’t do it 😉
When BusyDad came home, I asked him to rip it up. He asked me what had got into me, and then happily ripped it up.
Do I have the whole thing wrong? Why do I attach so much importance to a piece of colored paper? Even when I know that I can tape it up back together, I cannot tear a dollar bill into two. A few days before this, David Cox from IRetiredYoung asked
me us the same question. Is it all about the money?
It is nice that getting to financial independence is important to me. I am not sure that it should be the main focus of my life.
I want to be the person who can tear up a dollar bill. As long as I don’t do it regularly…