I spoke with a friend about her childhood memories and she shared this story with me. Her parents owned an ice cream parlor and every night after closing they would add up all the earnings for the day. Every night she would hear her parents talking about how they were barely making ends meet. She heard this for so many years, that as an adult she never wanted to own a business because it lacked security and she feared she would follow in her parents footsteps. Our perceptions about money shape who we are. When thinking about money ask yourself, where did this thought stem from? How does it help me on my journey? How does having money help others? If you can honestly examine these questions you are on the right track.
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