Don't kid yourself.

Good morning everyone! It's St Patrick's Day. I hope you remembered green or self defense moves in case of a pinch.

This morning finds me sitting in Colorado Springs. I am helping some friends travel up here from Tx for a surgery, then helping them to make it home.

My friends have worked hard and have done well in life, and we are staying at the Broadmoor, which are very lovely and extravagant accommodations.

This is the second of such trips, and around me all I see when in this beautiful hotel are people who finances have afforded a life of luxury. Last night, for the second time in my life, I tasted French cuisine. The sauces, the desserts, the food was all out of this world. The apartment we are staying in has 4 floors. I have an entire floor to myself. There is a study, kitchen and living room, then the other floor is bedrooms, all much much nicer than my own home.

This is all way outside of my station in life. A younger me would have been looking all around me for opportunities. I'd have been trying to figure out how to get in with some of the rich folks and live the good life!

Let me tell you, life is just life. These people all have problems their money can't fix, just like we middle class folks do.

I find that small jaunts into this world are good for me. What have I learned?

Back home, Candice is unhappy that these folks have my undivided attention. Well, this is a job that pays well, I am responsible for their travel safely as well as being on the lookout for potential threats to personal safety, just like if she were with me. I take that responsibility very seriously. When I hire out to a man, I ride for the brand.

I always hear that money can't buy happiness.

Thats a myth. The wealthy find a way to be happy. They can at least afford to do it in a luxurious way. Money can't buy love, but even poor people can be selfish and kill love, so why would love be included in any discussion about income?

Wealthy people still have hard times, they just wipe their tears with a silk scarf rather than toilet paper.

In the end, people are just people, and where we are in life is what we deal with, and true happiness is in striving for what you want in life with your true partner beside you all the way, helping you build. The result may be a Manhattan high rise, a Broadmoor suite, or a dusty windblown home in west Tx that smells like dogs and horses. The building together is the happiness, not the money. The money are just the chips it takes to play the game of life, and I've tried it without them. I believe I'll try to work hard enough to have them at this point, I've lived without goals and that's no place to be.

I suppose at the end of the day, I will work hard for the things I have, thank God I'm healthy enough to enjoy them, and not be interested in the comparison like I used to be.

Maybe THAT, is the thing money can't buy.

Happy St Patrick's Day!

CW