I am the enthused editor of the lifestyle, culture and interiors magazine The Home Style Directory. My passions are animals, blogging, stylish and beautiful living, simple living, feisty momma’s, b.s free poppa’s, inspirational people, entrepreneurs and creatives.I guess this blog will be a smorgasbord of all those things. I was enlightened about the sexiness of wordpress.com by Michael a fellow staff member. So now I come to conquer!!…Or indeed play conkers whichever is most viable.
There must be a God because I never thought I would see the day that I applaud someone taking a religious stance. Artist Natalie Grant and her husband having been fed an eyeful of bare wobbly asses and a menu of gyrating and twerking from artists such as Beyonce and some witchery demon-y stuff from Katie Perry (I didn’t see it myself), opted to vacate the premises.
Whilst I can’t comment on a show that I didn’t watch, I like the dames class. She left and it seems did not make a ballyhoo about it. The sexual, sexist occulty flavour of the music biz was not her shizz but she pointed no fingers in her explanation of her leaving. I like folks with strength of conviction and as a musician it would be great if the music biz was mostly about music.
I hope you are wondering how on earth it is possible for money to kill my parrot. If you can’t come up with a feasible scenario you would be right. Without a human being’s clumsy interjection, money cannot kill my parrot because it is an inanimate object. This was in fact a big fat lie! And the moral of my flimsy story is that people shouldn’t make up mean stories about money because they wouldn’t like it if it were done to them!
Our Relationship With Money
In this post I want to you to look at your relationship with money to assess whether it could be holding you back from attracting enough to have it stuffed into drawers and hanging out of biscuit tins in your house.
I have touched on this in various comments. I mentioned the old conviction that ‘money is evil,’ as some would have you believe. The actual saying is ‘the love of money is the root of all evil’. Which still isn’t even true. But whatever IS the route, it is MAN who commits ALL crime and to blame money is just making excuses for the lack of it and passing responsibility for our own very human failures.
The way I wax lyrically about money is the same way I wax lyrically about anything of interest. Money is not the source of my life, my well being, my happiness, my fun or my goals. It has always been a rather nice consequence of what I choose to do with my life and the more the merrier. I wouldn’t limit it’s presence any more than I would limit the amount of smiles I receive daily to a set figure. That would seem so random and absurd and yet I hear people state how much would be just enough for them all the time. But why the limit? If they were offered more would they then burn it?
They don’t do that with say hair cuts, friends, pens, TV watching i.e, ‘In my life I only need watch 55,000 hours of TV and I’ll be happy’…so why pick on money?
Why the awkward relationship with money?