What’s Important To You?

photo courtesy American Advisors Group via Flickr

photo courtesy American Advisors Group via Flickr

Knowing what’s important seems to be a challenge these days–but it’s no wonder.

Look at the Yahoo home page. The trivial is intermeshed with the critical. Rumors and suppositions are purported as fact. Facts are slim and if they exist at all are disguised as drama.

Compare Yahoo’s home page with BBC’s web page and you’ll quickly see what I mean. Not only is Yahoo’s home page trashy and off putting, but it’s actually a bit dangerous. If I didn’t have to go to Yahoo for mail and Yahoo finance, I’d never darken their door again.

Let’s hope we’re better focused in our own lives.

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Want Abundance? Choose ‘Fun’ Consciously

(courtesy Luke Jones via Flickr)

(courtesy Luke Jones via Flickr)

I have a friend who whenever he talks to me asks me what I have planned to do for fun. He’s a party person — loves getting together with friends, lots of drinking and laughing, that sort of thing. He’s out most weekends with his gang of friends. He’s what we might call a “fun” person.

And that’s fine for him, but it’s just not the way I have fun.

Fun is a subjective term —  it is so personalized that it’s difficult to describe. We each know what it is when we’re in the midst of it. Fun should be a part of lives. That said, like all things, we should be wary of too much fun. Our fun should help us get to the goals we’ve set for ourselves.

Do the things we do for fun bring us joy and peace and abundance?

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The Importance of Being Grateful

credit: BR via Flickr

credit: BR via Flickr

In my ebook The Improbable Millionaire, I talk about growing up poor. Oh my gosh, how lucky was I! Although my home was troubled and money was tight or nonexistence most of the time, we had so much more than many of my wealthier friends and neighbors. It’s not what we have that brings us abundance, but how we feel about what we have.

I can remember a Christmas when I was about seven years old. My grandmother gave me a skirt that she had bought for me when she visited New York City. Black with red and yellow and green stars on it, it had a wide hem and when I twirled around, it would swing with me. I loved that skirt and probably wore it to school two or three times a week all the way through elementary school. When I finally out grew it and couldn’t wear it as a regular skirt any more, I used to dress up in it on Halloween or when I went roller skating. I don’t know what eventually happened to it, but that one gift and how I felt about it stills lingers in my mind today.

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