What is money worth?

Recently I joined a new Facebooktravel group explaining that I’d quit my job to travel for a year and celebrate my 60th birthday. Someone commented “you must not have a mortgage(I do) or a car payment (I don’t).  I’m financing my mortgage payments with my “retirement money”— that is, part of the insurance payout that I got when Mommty died.  Valentin (supposedly) is covering utilities, insurances and home upgrades since I send updates to his Honey Do List.

I may not make it to retirement age.  As The Matrix’ Morpheus states “there is danger all around us.  Death can come at any time.”  I’m committed to enjoying myself now, not seven years from now when I hit the “correct” age to stop working. (Because work never stops, does it?There’s ALWAYS something to do!) I admit that I’m afraid of ending up as a 78 year old Greeter at Walmart because I decided to live large in Italy and Greece in 2024.  I have faith that I’ll be financially successful when I return home and begin my work as a post-partum doula and expand my reach as a culinary educator.  I’ve been to enough places to know that people are basically the same with small differences. It’s those unknown variations that make the trips worthwhile.  I feel like my life is an hourglass. Each grain of sand left in the upper chamber are moments of lifetime to be lived. Every time I deal with petty bullshit or worry about the future, another few grains are lost. I am choosing Life, TODAY.