If I Were Rich ....

If I Were Rich ....

• Broadband service with the speed of lightening for everyone in Lakeside Estates! It's on me!
• I would fund a research project into manufacturing a better the ultimate g-spot-hitting vibrator
• I would fund a research project into manufacturing a safe slimming pill that zaps all the fat away in a minute! Then I would buy the Hervé Léger bandage dress in every colour and design!
• I would go on a luxury Western Mediterranean cruise, visit ports such as Venice, Dubrovnik, Santorini, Catania, Sicily, Naples, Livorno, Barcelona ....
• I would open a used book store or a coffee shop, or a combination of the two. I could have story time for kids at my book store, and big comfy couches in the back for people to relax in and read
• I would buy all ‘motivational’ and ‘self-help’ books and burn them!
• I would buy/build my dream house next to Oprah’s; she, me and Gayle would be ‘the clique’. Go on holidays together, throw parties together, go for manis and padis and relax by Oprah’s pool ..... aaaahh
• I could think more interesting thoughts. My brain would not be taken up with things like, “Should I cancel this trip to Ada so I can hold onto the petrol in my tank for 2 more days till the refill at work?”

But making this list made me think further: “What would be so different about my life if I were filthy rich?

It would certainly be nice to NOT worry about money, to NOT look forward so much to the next pay check, to NOT worry about how to take care of my parents when they become elderly and frail and likely need round the clock care, in fact to NOT worry about my own eldercare etc etc etc

But unless I become outrageously wealthy, all these things WON’T change:

1.    I won’t love my husband any more than I do now.  He won’t love me any differently, either (well I hope)

2.    I will still groan about going to the gym (even if it’s now my dream gym, in my dream home)

3.    I will still have to get that hair off my legs and complain while doing it

4.    I will still be stuck in traffic to and from work (yes even in my dream car with the chauffeur)

5.    I will still wonder whether the contractor/plumber/electrician is ripping me off (I might not care as much, but I will still wonder because I am my mother’s daughter)

And so it goes.

Like most people, on almost every day of the year I wish I had MORE.  But I am learning that rather than dream about MORE, I need to make a conscious effort to remember that I’ve already got MORE THAN ENOUGH and I’m soo much better off than a lot of people!