I didn’t ‘quit’ my job. I left so someone else could have a good job with good benefits. And I left on extremely good terms with all of my coworkers. I mean, they really appreciated me.
I didn’t complain about the taxes I had to pay because what was left was more than King Midas had. And hopefully a bit more wisdom in what I hope for.
I didn’t worry about my local economy any more because I bought everything I needed from them. And tipped extremely well.
I didn’t fret over my family being so wide spread because I built my village. Giving them all homes to live in or visit whenever they chose.
I didn’t forget my friends because they liked me when I was poor. Poor, being a relative financial comparison to now, having won a billion dollars or so. They made me feel rich then. I want them to feel richer now.
I didn’t worry about insurance because I paid cash for all of my medical care. Oh. Then I spent a good bit of money reinstating common sense and making sure our doctors got to make our medical decisions with us instead of corporate paper pushing business managers. Yeah. I did that.
I supported arts in the schools. And out of the schools. Arts that encouraged people to sing, write, draw, paint, create. Arts for the every person.
I saw the world, it’s beautiful places and stunning people. And the commonness between us all. A beating heart. Mortality. And dreams. We all share these things.
There’s much I did. And more I’ll do….
But the very first thing I did, was drop to my knees and pray. Please give me wisdom and charity. And don’t let this become who I am. But let who I am become better because of this.