On realizing that I am very wealthy....
I woke up today to find out that my bank account just broke $1 million. It wasn't a big deal: my stock portfolio went up $20,000 overnight, and between this, my home with its rental income and my retirement account, I could stop working any day I want.
So I'm rich. Very rich. I have more money than all the people I work with, and most of my friends. Except for you folks, nobody knows how wealthy I am.
I got this money because a long time ago, I made two bets a that worked out very well. I'm not all that smart, but I do know how to hang on.
But I prefer not to show how wealthy I am.
I wear old jeans because they are comfortable and I hate to shop. I cook my own food, wash my own dishes, take out my own garbage, sweep my own floors. I could pay people to do this, but I don't.
I live like it could all vanish tomorrow. I am generous with others, frugal with myself. Besides my aching foot, I'm pretty happy. A good night for me is vaping some weed and strumming 'Lizbeth.
I can't help it if I'm lucky....