We all have pet peeves. Mine is the misuse of words and phrases. Call me a syntax snob. And here’s one phrase that annoys me: Money is the root of all evil.
I know you’ve heard that before. And if you did, you heard it wrong. The original phrase is: the love of money is the root of all evil. Did you catch that distinction? Money is an inanimate object, and evil belongs to humanity. Let’s not put the blame on the Benjamins. What would we do for some beachfront property or the ability to “make it rain” like Mother Nature? That’s the real question. How far would we go to pursue the cash flow? Another good question: why does this post suddenly sound like a rap song?
Don’t get me wrong, I am not endorsing the vow of poverty. I enjoy a good shoe shopping splurge on occasion, but balance is crucial. I refuse to be consumed with money, or to be stressed by my lack of it. That’s where the problems start. I say that as a woman who’s lost sleep over finances. I’ve worked soul-sucking jobs for paychecks that impressed me. I’ve let money be the main thing when it should have been much less important. But that was before I adopted this mantra: I will always have what I need.
I fully believe that statement. Life is a balance of holding on and letting go, and when it comes to money, most of us could stand to let go. As a single mom, I used to worry that I wouldn’t have enough. Who can’t relate to financial stress? I’d constantly fear small catastrophes. But even when bad things happened, we always made it though. That was when I learned to trust myself and my ability to find answers/resources even when they weren’t readily available. I understood that “If one chooses to pray to a rock with enough devotion, even that rock will come alive.” ~ Deng Ming-Dao
Yoga has taught me some things about money. Yes, I am about to drag yoga into this, because the balance, courage, and self-discipline I learn on my mat affects every aspect of my life.
Mind-Blowing Truths Yoga Taught Me About Money
Money does not equal stability. Sure money is a lot of things. What you earn may determine what you wear, where you live, and whether you drive a jalopy with two dented doors or a luxury vehicle. But money is not stability. Your bank account may keep you afloat, but it can’t preserve your health, keep your kids safe, or make your marriage magical (although it could technically buy you a good bit of counseling if you needed that).
Money won’t make you more compassionate, and experts say compassion is the key to health and happiness. In fact, depression and anxiety are linked to a state of self-focus. But those who give, whether love, time, or money, are significantly happier. Read the research here.
Self-Care is not about spending. I’ll be real here…I don’t mind spending money. Around the holidays, I drop cash like it’s hot. I have to remind myself that I am neither wealthy nor willing to pay five years’ worth of interest on a single shopping spree. When it comes to self-care, we like to think that spa days and new shoes are good for the soul. And while that kind of self-care is pretty sweet, it’s not essential.
Self-care goes deeper than slingback sandals on sale at the mall. Self-care is an inside job, something that brings genuine joy rather than temporal satisfaction. Contentment has nothing whatsoever to do with cash. Having more things won’t make a difference if you’re ignoring your soul needs. Why did it take me so long to figure that one out? I could have saved myself a whole lot of closet space.
Bottom line: There’s nothing wrong with wanting more, but we ought to be sure we appreciate what we have now and that our “want” doesn’t grow so big it becomes a need. Our egos will always insist upon more, pushing us towards selfish means and into perpetual cycles of striving. That’s where dissatisfaction lies.
As for me, I don’t need Prada. I prefer these yoga pants.
Mantra: I can always save money, but money can never save me.