Investments for life
I have seven easy tasks that have been haunting me all week.
And here we are on this Sunday night, finally with no distractions … and I am still like fuck it, I’d rather clean.
Narrator: No I am not cleaning.
I did take a few moments to talk with my Tarot cards about it.
For fun, I asked where I can get some AI bro money to buy a house in San Fran (theoretically) like everyone else is.
I got the nostalgia card (Six of Cups).
Maybe an inheritance, maybe an old investment or two, maybe I have something valuable I can part with for cash.
Hmm.
I did some meditating on what I really want.
And honestly? It popped into my head before I even completed the question.
I want a month off.
Not to travel. Not even staycation. A month to not try to write for people who don’t write their own newsletters. A month to just clean and organize my house.
And if I somehow do that early, then sit home and enjoy it. Read a book. Who cares.
I asked what would motivate me. Knight of Cups. Fast love. So … getting my space to the point where it will welcome friends and others.
What’s blocking me? Hermit. Loving the solitude. Not wanting to exchange it for whatever weird shit is in half of the Seven of Cups.
I asked for a quick career reading and not shockingly it’s the Four of Swords. Self-induced stress.
So I said what if I do learn how to do a new skill where I’m at, does it even matter.
Four of wands. Wedding. Stability. Belonging. Harmony. Maybe since I am talking finances, a pooling of resources. (Maybe take a roommate if not a groommate.)
One of my more interesting readings. I shuffled after each question, which I never really do.
Here’s hoping that inheritance comes through.
I do have one in the works. It’s not big. But Grampy had a very tiny asset tied up and it’s taken me 20-odd years to try to un-tie it.
That’s so my family, though. They struggled and starved and “did without,” but
* My Uncle Stan gave me a check to help me get started with college.
* My Gram handed me $40 out of every $200 social security check she received. And she insisted that I have a couple of good gold pieces (jewelry) so I’d never be broke.
* Grampy collected some artifacts in Nazi Germany that I should get appraised if everyone I know in the collectibles industry wasn’t a damn crook. And he always insisted I get a cut of his annual clothing allowance for school clothes.
* Mom hid money all over the house and I ended up with a nice travel budget. At least, it covered two Eras Tour jaunts (Miami and NOLA). She used to leave a $50 under the mat for gas, too, after Gram was gone.
That’s not to discount other generosity shown to me along the way.
* My friend Gail bought me a gold necklace and an Etienne Aigner bag so I could fit in at fancy work events.
* And my cousin Carole, while she got tired of being generous (of her own choosing to do so) was the reason I had a roof over my head for several months. Along with other nice things she did along the way. Again, unasked.
* Even Jean, who gave me a computer for school. Though my mom had to kiss her ass for 10 years for it, after my grandfather had to kiss her ass for 10 years before that. But still. I benefited from my family’s sacrifices.
So I have no business hoping for an inheritance in any way.
But, you know, my family was so kind that they would be joyful that decisions they made paid off for me.
I do think they’d look at me now and say look at how our investment paid off.