Broke? Maybe. But Busy, With Hobbies!

I Forfeited the Rat Race, Stepped Off the Hamster Wheel, and Clocked Out of Work Mode.

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I don’t have a lot of money.

There. I said it.

So there’s no need to ask me anymore what type of work I do. It doesn’t really matter, because like I already said, “I don’t have a lot of money.”

Besides, the only real reason that people ask you that type of lame question is to see how much money you make, only to disqualify you or to place you in a financial category.

Yes, people be pocket-watching more often than you think.

But if it makes you feel any better about yourself or it manages to elevate your self-worth, I will admit this:

I don’t have a huge home. No yacht or swiss bank account. I’m not checking the stock market every morning while somebody brings me breakfast on a silver tray.

But I do have something I’ve grown to value and appreciate more and more:

My Time.

I’m sooooooo close to being 55 years old, and for the first “time” in my life, I just received my fishing license. I’ve been wanting to go camping and fishing for years, but I never took the “time” out to do it.