live comfortably

if my sister pays rent each week i will be :)

I want to get into a place where I don’t worry about my son all the time and have enough money to pay my bills and the college loans when they come due, plus retire in a couple of years.

I want to be rich so I can give what I want to whoever I want and not to worry about how…just give….:)

I don’t beleive I’ll ever be wealthy or popular, and I hope not famous, and I doubt very successful. But I’m such a scatter-brain. It would be nice to have a home - not a house, a home - where I am comfortable. And the frame of mind to enjoy it. I am thinking of a mind frame that would allow me to sit comfortably in a chair without worrying about the dishes or if I need to pee, or if I have worked hard enough to enjoy sitting in the chair, or worrying about getting out of the chair. I would like to have enough material comforts to feel, well, comfortable. I’m thinking of having my walls painted green, a source of books at my finger tips, and a bathroom with good smelling bath salts, without worrying about, oh, how will I pay for all this, and how was this perfume generated? I would like to afford a massage and a pedicure once a month (each) and live within my income. In order to do that, I’d have to be 1) not a chronic worries, 2) richer than I am now, 3) much less messy, and 4)oh, heck I don’t even know what else! Live in the moment is maybe what I’m looking for. A personable cat to jump on my lap and purr while I read some book on ancient history, and a lover I trust but don’t have to live with. Now, that is quite a lot to ask, isn’t it?

I would love to be able to go to any store and buy what I want, not having to worry about balancing my check book. or wonder how am i gonna pay my light bill next week, or can if i can get my hair done then have enough money to buy gas. I would love to have my health back. See i hurt my back in ‘99 and i haven’t ben the same since…...But i mainly would love to have just enough money to buy the things i want now, not in 2o years. I don’t think i want to be rich, he rich have more problems than us poor do, so no thanks. just to be comfortable is all i relly want…...
dee

i work every day so that i can save for my comfort. i dont want it to have to wait till old age. to be honest i want my comfort now. and i dont want it out of a southern bottle!:)

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I’ve slimmed my budget somewhat, and still feel in touch with the good things.

I wouldn’t go so low as to call it an “approach” as many people do. Maybe that’s true in some cases; there’s some planning and concern and attention to health that has gone into or preceded my current mode.

Partly its just that I’m employed and finally convinced of the value of people situations. I’ve had a number of incidents where I shy away, thinking there’s nothing to gain. Although I’ve had many progressions in creating “products”, e.g. artwork or writing, I’ve been disspointed at how little my persona has developed apart from the world of people.

In a way it seems foolish, in another way I had a need simply to consider my own merits and commitments. Maybe aspects of my life are failing in the same way as always, or maybe gradually my role is expanding beyond my accustomed scope. Certainly small kernels of change are appearing and taking root. However, it remains unclear what in fact will be consequent of this, if it depends on facts at all, or is a larger psychological presence within the spheres that are valid for me.

Life is just good all around right now. I deserve it. I haven’t felt this way in such a long time.

I lived in a single-parent household for a long time, and I’m still far from feeling like an accomplished adult.

I didn’t date in high school, so what am I supposed to do now? I’m still playing catch-up with imaginary people, the shadows of former-selves, who even at that time must not have had a thought for me.

Would wealth make up for that kind of loneliness? I doubt it. In fact, I have an apprehension that I will feel guilty having freedom, when I know there are others suffering the way I did.

Success in this world becomes palliative rather than affirmative, yet I feel that my thoughts are largely still geared towards finding the experience in which I know I am myself, which I feel is a carefree sort of existence without anxieties, in which my own values are clearly appreciated, entailing a market for my talents and a company of wonderful future-oriented equals.

Lynnora-Jean, thank you for the reply. I actually keep expecting that someone will be offended that my repressed jerk side is finally coming out. But then I remind myself that there actually isn’t anything wrong with being happy.