How Much Money Do You Want?

He asked me, “what’s your number?”  Which is code for, WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH?

It came off the back of a conversation about growth, goals, financial security expectations.  And, like, is there a point when you look at your business, and think–yeah–this is it, I’m ready to take my foot off the pedal?

His message stared at me…

This was my response:

I'd be lying if I did.  I just move the goal line.  All day err day.

Yesterday I asked myself in yoga, WHAT IS THIS ALL FOR??

Then I namaste'd myself back into reality and made an oath just to play the game, and quit when I'm not happy.

That's it.  That's my promise.

I need to enjoy the journey.  And fight.  It's just that simple.  I live simply.  Heck, my husband and I share a car.  We buy things in cash.  I proof my own contracts (did I mention I'm a law school drop out?).

As a daughter of an immigrant, I'm tempted to hide cash under my mattress.  I have a weird relationship with money and achievement.

Anyway, I don't have a number, but I think I have a timeframe.  I'm willing to fight like hell for 10 more years.  Then, wherever I end up, I'll be happy.

At that time, I wanna take care of my team, get a cush consulting gig and just travel with my daughter and husband.

If that's my truth (and it is), I better hustle like a mother.  Literally.

I’m sharing my response with you because, well, it’s time I shared my truth, and called my shot.

It’s not about the money, it’s about the process of loving the game, more than it is about the final score.

As a girl from the ghetto, I couldn’t imagine living the life I’m living.  No, really, I couldn’t imagine my home, vacations, organic groceries, investing, not shopping at thrift stores, not getting church donations to survive…

I couldn’t think THIS big.

Getting here–to this moment with my laptop and a cup of coffee–has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done.  Ahem, IS the hardest thing I’m doing.

And I got a little more fight in me…but not without taking time to enjoy the journey.

To destinations greater than we can imagine,

j*