I fear I've never been too aggressive when it came to making money.
I LIKE money, and always wanted more, but somehow it never came to the top of the list of things I needed to do.
I ran across an old photo of my grandmother and one of her enterprises:
There are some days when I'd settle for a seasonal profit of any size. But it's always work, isn't it? Just look at the faces of these two kids. Are those expressions of Joy? Do they look like the faces of people having fun?
Increasingly, I find I must remind myself that it's not money I'm here for.
If it was, surely I'd have more of it?
As an hour-by-hour thing, I ask myself if I'd rather be doing something else.
The answer is almost always "no".