I count money in the shower.
I think of every opportunity I have. I think of how much money each opportunity is going to give me.
Then I divide it up. I used to divide it up: parents, kids, retirement (assuming I’m going to not care after age 80 but who knows), etc. It was a puzzle. Because if I gave parents $X, what if they run out?
Would I have to make more? Then I would think how I would do that. And then add that up.
Then about an hour later the shower would be over. I remember specifically showers from 2002. None of my predictions became true.
My dad died, for one. Then I got divorced. Then I changed my opinion about how kids should get money.
And then, of course, I lost all my money. So the entire point is moot. But then I made some again. Then lost some. Blah.
Then I had some more ideas about what to do with money. I thought about them in the shower.
I wanted to do micro charities. I would find sad stories in the morning newspaper and then anonymously help people.
Like, if someone’s family became homeless because their house burned down, I would rent them a hotel room.
For some reason, that was always my core example. Maybe I am always afraid of being homeless. Which is why I forced myself to live in Airbnbs for so long. So I wouldn’t have a need for a solid home.
I say I would “anonymously” help people (like I’m such a great human) but maybe that’s not honest. I would make a documentary about it also and years later track down people to ask them how much I helped them.
Another thing I would plan on doing. I would make dumb Super Bowl commercials. Like just me walking around doing nothing.
What’s the point?
I don’t do it anymore.
I don’t think so much about the future. Or about legacy. Or about what will happen when I am 80.
A billion years from now, my atoms will be scattered and lonely and only barely entangled with each other.
I think about what will happen today. How can I be honest today. How can I help someone today. What is the one thing I can do today that is outside of my comfort zone?
Today is the day of magic.
What’s the outcome of this?
I take faster showers.
And maybe I’m a little more dirty. But maybe, in some ways, I’m a little more clean.Share This Post