Originally posted on The BE Coaching Group:
This is the story of a team of Coaches who came across a huge challenge in humanity – specifically, the way that we relate to money – and decided to break it up. Starting with Reina.
We all have a story around money. Even you. Money is a very simple thing – it’s a fact. You have x amount of dollars/euros/pounds/etc. You spend y amount. That leaves you with z amount. It isn’t rocket science and it doesn’t have a personality. The only personality that shows up in our conversation with money is our own!
And so we go about our lives talking to ourselves about money, telling ourselves the story, and making something inanimate and soulless something much bigger than it was designed to be.
What is your money story?
Mine is that I am allergic to numbers and math and all that yucky stuff and so naturally I…
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“Wish I could be just a little less dramatic
like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
Leave it to me to be holdin’ the matches
when the fire trucks show up and there’s nobody else to blame…”
OH MY GOODNESS! This song is MAD
at the sound of song,
shuffling into slippers
to face another dawn.
One pup in her bed,
one out his window peering
as silver creeps across the lawn
that night is done with sharing.
Coffee poured and leashes latched –
a canine celebration!
And quietly we slip outside
to face a new creation.
Winged musicians yawn a song
as gold slides in their nest
“Of all the visits light has made
today will be the best!”
Palm boughs drip with diamond dew,
mist parts their leaves to rise,
grass flowers disrobe to bathe
in sunshine from the skies.
Green flash seekers line the beach
to search day’s end for a sign.
They can keep the burning sunset.
As for me, the dawn is mine.