…..so you sold that highly desirable item and made a very tidy profit in doing so. As a result, you’re feeling awfully good and savvy and all puffed up right now. But how long do you expect this glorious feeling to last? More to the point…..what now? YES, WHAT NOW?! You’re currently sitting on a pile of money that you didn’t have just twenty-four short hours ago but, really, how sexy and self-affirming is it to stand in possession of bland, staid, pedestrian money? If you haven’t read between the lines here, that was a rhetorical question: The answer is “owning” a shitload of money isn’t sexy in the least and only stirs one’s hormones and emotions to a minimal degree. Quite the opposite from owning a rare original painting, a nearly-impossible-to-secure autograph left behind by an apocryphal historical figure, an uber-muscular sports car, a luxe “cabin” on a pristine northern lake three hours from home, a turbocharged speedboat, a champion thoroughbred stallion, etc., etc., etc. Making money is only intoxicating if it is reinvested in something far sexier and esoteric. Because although a polyglot of digits in multiple banking accounts comes as a monumental relief for conservative, risk-averse folks, so too does Quaker oatmeal for breakfast, boxer shorts, Velcro sneakers, and two-hour naps in the afternoon if those are truly the people you are struggling to emulate in life……
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