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Chasing Money: My Love Affair with Finances

Ah, money. That ever-elusive lover that keeps us all in a perpetual state of want. It’s not just a piece of paper or a digit in your bank account; it’s a relationship, a torrid affair that has us all twisted. Let me take you on a journey through the rollercoaster romance I’ve had with money, one that’s filled with more ups and downs than a soap opera.

In the beginning, as with any love affair, it was all sunshine and rainbows. Money and I were in the honeymoon phase. Every encounter left me giddy, every touch felt electric. Those crisp bills in my wallet? Pure bliss. The balance in my bank account? Music to my ears. I was young, naive, and utterly smitten. Money could do no wrong in my eyes.

But, as with any relationship, the honeymoon phase came to an end. Reality set in, and I realized that money, much like a capricious lover, could be incredibly fickle. One day, it was there, showering me with affection, and the next, it was gone, leaving me in a state of despair. The highs were high, but the lows? They were abysmal.

I began to chase money, thinking that if I just worked a little harder, hustled a bit more, we could get back to those early days of bliss. I became obsessed, constantly checking my bank account, working overtime, and side hustling like my life depended on it. Spoiler alert: it didn’t bring me any closer to recapturing that initial magic. Instead, it left me exhausted, stressed, and frankly, a little bitter.

Here’s the thing about money: it’s a great servant but a terrible master. I had allowed my pursuit of it to consume me, to define my worth and happiness. It took me a while, but I finally realized that money, much like that ex we all have, isn’t the key to happiness. Sure, it can buy you nice things, provide security, and even afford you some amazing experiences. But at the end of the day, it’s just a tool, not a goal.

I’ve since learned to have a healthier relationship with money. I respect it, but I don’t let it rule my life. I save, I invest, but I also live. I’ve found that the best moments in life—those truly unforgettable experiences—rarely have anything to do with how much money you have in the bank. It’s about the people you’re with, the love you share, and the memories you create together.

So, to my dear, fickle lover money: I’ve enjoyed our dance, but I’m no longer chasing you. I’ve learned that while you can make life more comfortable, you’re not the source of true happiness. And to anyone reading this, caught in the passionate, tumultuous affair with money, remember: it’s a relationship worth having, but not one worth losing yourself over.

Tom Rooney

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