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Dear MoneyDear Money,

May I call you Money? I do hope you and all in your family are well. I know that this economy and the current political climate have been a little rough on you. Me too. I feel your pain.

I’m writing you today because for years and years, people have said to me, “Do what you love and the money will follow.” After a rather lengthy search, and more than a few missteps, I am doing what I love.

I finally gathered the courage to take a leap of faith and started a Blog. Yes I did. I write about whatever happens to be on my mind and people actually take the time to read what I have written. I find that amazing. But that was just the beginning. I also get to share a few of my creations and inspirations, and I teach along the way. This is so much fun that I hesitate to call it work, but it certainly keeps me busy – all of the designing and writing and teaching. Yes, I am a Designer, Writer, and Educator. It’s official – it says so on my business cards. This is what I have dreamed of for a very long time and I love, love, love what I do.

And now, I just want to hold you, and squeeze you, and take you home.

You don’t have to stay with me forever, I know of others who would love to see you as well, just stop by here on a regular and significant basis, and I will happily help you find your way to them. We can start with the nice people over at the power company, they send me little notes every month to let me know how much they are looking forward to your visit with them. Oh, and that one girl at the grocery store, the one who always smiles when I give her cash. And then she’ll say, “Enjoy the rest of your day!” when she gives me the receipt. I like that. And let’s not forget my Landlord. She has promised not to put me out on the street as long as I can get you to her by the fifth day of the month. She’s a little pushy about your visits, but I like having this roof over my head, so I really don’t want to disappoint her. And by the way, the guys over at the gas station always seem to perk up when I stop by to fill up the car. I may be overly dependent on you for that, but, in this weather I would rather ride than walk. Just the other day one of them said, “Ya’ll come back now.” I had to smile because I knew that he knew that I knew I would.

So, as you can see, a lot of people are depending on me to get you to them. This is a big responsibility and I take it very seriously. And that brings me back to the reason I’m writing. This is a little awkward, and I think I may be a little paranoid about that whole being followed thing, but could you please stop following and catch up? Is there something I can do to put a little pep in your step to get you here with me instead of waaayyy back there? I tried slowing down a little, to give you time to close the gap, but I don’t want to lose my momentum and get stuck in a rut again – this is much bigger than me, and I have to press on.

OK, that’s all I wanted to say for now. I just wanted to invite you to travel with me on this amazing journey, I hope to see you soon. Real soon.

With sincere regard,