CHAPTER 24:
MONEY, YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND
I worked for a menial’s hire
Only to learn, dismayed
That any wage I asked of Life
Life would have willingly paid.
—Anonymous
Many years ago, Los Angeles was hit by a relentless rainstorm the likes of
which I’d never seen in my life. It rained for what seemed like forty days and
forty nights, nonstop and hard. Rivers overflowed. Houses slid down hillsides.
Bad hair wreaked chaos throughout the most image-conscious city in the
world.
This was the kind of rain you didn’t want to be driving around in in
anything, let alone a twenty-three-year-old junker convertible with a leaky
roof,
no grill, a back window that was duct-taped shut
and a front tire that went
flat every three days.
I’d been in the market for a new car for a long time and couldn’t find
anything I really loved or thought I could afford, but as I sat there in a puddle,
driving to the supermarket with a trash bag under my ass and an old T-shirt
slammed in the door to keep the leaking to a minimum, it occurred to me that
perhaps I should speed up my search.
At the time, I didn’t have a whole lot of money, but I had my own business
that I was trying to grow. The problem was I felt stuck
in that place where even
though I wanted bigger and better things for myself, monetarily, as well as
feeling more mighty and self-actualized in general, I was worried that if I
raised my prices I’d lose all my clients. And my self-respect. Or that I’d get
called out as a money-grubbing pig. Or a fraud who had no right to charge that
much. I was also scared that if I went big and grew my business, I wouldn’t be
able to handle it, I’d have to hire tons of people, I’d spend my time doing
things I hated, I’d get so busy I’d never get to travel, I’d wither and die trapped
behind my computer, fun and freedom skidding away in my rearview mirror
never to be seen again blah, blah, blah. I could fill up about four more pages of
reasons why I was where I was, but suffice it to say, I was basically playing at
the level of someone who drives around in a car like the one I was driving
around in.
And the most painful part really was that even though all signs pointed to
Broke, Clueless, and Stuck, deep down I knew I could be doing SO much
better. Which is why, even though the sound of crickets
could be heard echoing
throughout my empty bank account, I wandered into the Audi dealership, took
the brand new Q5 for a spin and let the sales guy rattle on and on about leather
this and premium that. In my head I was thinking, “Do you have any idea who
I
am? I’m just taking a fantasy break before heading over to Honda,” but in my
heart I knew better. Way down deep it was about much more than just a damn
car.
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