earnings 22 March 2008
The husband is reading one of those books that tells you why money doesn’t make you happy. Sometimes he reads bits of it aloud to me. I’ll be honest, it sounds a bit stringing an idea/one basically half way decent argument out to be a book and it kind of makes me mad too. I know that money ain’t the be all and end all BUT I have worked hard for mine, often long and unfashionable hours (I don’t get bank holidays: self employed = always ON). And the money I do have makes me happy because I like to know I can pay my way and afford a few things along that way too. For me, I work to earn that I may live properly – that’s not money making me unhappy, it’s money making me HAPPY. Hopefully that’s also encapsulated in The Book himself is reading or else we may have trouble…
By the way, I read the above out to The Husband and he told me I have misrepresented the book and that it is about the RELENTLESS pursuit of wealth, status, appearance etc and that I will have to read it before passing judgement (I really don’t have those hours of my life left) So do consider my views a tad jaundiced there, or whatever…
