The respect value of money

its been an odd few days. i guess normal for me. i find myself sitting on a swing in my parents back yard, watching the same trees trying to hug each other in the breeze. they only meet when there is a breeze. this is my spot.

like every woman in her mid career- i got booted out of the job market for being smart. my story is no different than a million others. covid changed the world. it was like there was this veneer on it. it was a bit like that scene from devils advocate. beautiful people who all of a sudden change faces and reveal a dark side lurking just under the surface.

you can only lie to yourself for so long. one day the dam breaks and ur looking at a life- wondering where u took the wrong turn. so ur forced to make a decision, is it me or them.

i find myself in exceptional company today. i never live outside my means, and i never deny myself a small happiness. be it a glass of chai, masala ofcourse, or wine, or scotch.

never cheap scotch. so scotch is a rare occasion. covid will eventually be celebrated with a bottle of one i have kept untried. i have to earn that glass myself. never drink scotch if u cant afford to buy it. its like breaking a sacred covenant.

never order a meal if u cant buy it, even if someone else is picking up the tab. never take someone to a place they cant afford, coz they will feel uncomfortable that they owe u one.

in some ways i really never cared about money. i cared as a kid that we didnt have alot…