Tonight is Finance Evening. We cut it short. At least, I did. I’ll catch up next time. Honestly, even in these times of economic madness, what drives me more than balance sheets is the currency of a day.
We say we spend days. We say we spend and save and waste time. Something there is about the way time flows and the way the sun appears to cross the sky that makes us pine, perhaps, for a Way of Finances that feels comparably natural.
There is something to be said about the woman who dies with no memory. Either she’s impoverished or wealthy. Either she’s memory-poor or regretless-rich. Either she savored each moment that no memory was needed or she zapped past each moment with such busy-ness that no moment was heeded.
I want to hoard moments.
I want to invest in images.
I want to cancel out regrets with contentment.
I want to invoice hope.
I want to leave an inheritance of how to relish relationships.
I want to die day-rich.
I hope my wife and daughter don’t mind.
What about you? Will you die day-rich? Do you want to? If so, share your day’s three highlights and let us know where you’re writing from.
See you in the woods,
The Three Highlights Guy