I am blessed …
… with the generosity of my friends and family. Even though I don’t earn alot (relative to my high flying banker, lawyer, doctor friends), and my dad reminds me frequently that he can probably make more money in a day than I can in a year (though in these crazy times, I’m not sure that holds true anymore), I have never felt that I wasn’t enjoying life to the fullest.
I have had the opportunity to travel to many places, the privilege of knowing many wonderful people, and the thrill of many adventures. And all this has enriched my life tremendously. But as I have become more conscious of the need to count my blessings, the accounting has revealed that a big part of the reason why I don’t feel poor is because my friends share a lot of their good fortune with me. In the past month alone, I have been treated to
1. free foot reflexology
2. free meals, including a wonderful buffet dinner at the Raffles Hotel! (still thinking of those oysters…)
3. free 4 yolk mooncakes
3. lotsa lotsa free alcohol – beer, wine, cocktail, wine and more wine.
4. free courtside seats to a basketball game (with more complimentary beer and wine)
5. free rides (coz I don’t own a car)
More importantly, my work makes me happy. When I quit my last job as a consultant, I basically told my boss I needed to do something of greater consequence. He wished me luck. Lots of luck. It hasn’t been easy, since my job now requires me to cultivate partnerships with people who don’t necessarily share the same values, and more often than not, it comes down to “aligning interests” to achieve “common goals”. But I believe in doing what I need to do to get things done. Even though my parents, being naturally conservative, do not rave about my vocational choices, they have by and large given implicit support. The one thing I am most thankful for is that they do not need me to provide for them financially and there has never been any pressure for me to do so.
So I am blessed. And I am rich, even though I am poor. And it is all good.
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