Good Morning.

Everyday over at Zaadz they post a question or blog prompt. I sometimes do them, and always enjoy reading the responses of others. So today this was the question:

How do you feel about getting paid for the work that you do?

This is the off the top of my head response, and then below that a little more thinking about money in general.

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I feel fine about getting paid for my work…both kinds of work that I do. My day job is being an intuitive life coach. Being an intuitive, I have never had a problem with exchanging money for my time and work in the world of spirit. It’s a gift I was given at birth…a talent…should I not use it for feeding my family and keeping a roof over my head? Many people have wanted to debate the right and wrongness of my working in this field and accepting money for it. “Selling spirituality” is what some have called it. I see it like any other talent that people are born with or develop in their lives. If I was a singer…I would sing for my supper, a talented doctor…you get the picture. See…I went through a lot of soul searching about this…I was given a talent to see more than the naked eye can see…if I don’t use this talent…for what reason was it given to me, and would that be like spitting in the God(s) faces, to not use it? So, I studied and still study to become a great life coach, and I use my intuitive gifts as well. I am good at what I do, really good. I have also learned that people who do not pay for what they get from me, tend to not value (even ignore) the information I share, or want more, more, more of me for free…and then they don’t value the messenger (me). I treat each person like I may never speak to them again…give them all I have each time, and I charge money in this reality for my work…and I don’t feel even a little bit bad for it.

My other profession (as many know) is an artist. Again a natural gift, and talent…and my passion in this life. I paint to live, and live to paint. I sell my work with no ego attached to price. I mean if someone offers me 5 bucks on a work…and I need 5 bucks…what’s the problem? If I can sell my work for more, I do. I never have had any hang-ups about asking to be paid for my work. Why would I? People need money in this reality to stay alive. It’s reality; if it changes…well I’ll change too. Until then…I don’t work for free, as most humans don’t. I don’t value my human worth or soul on what I give away…I value myself on what I create, what I share, and who I am. So, in short I don’t have a problem with getting paid.Oh…by the way…did you need some art?

*Grins*

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Ok, so that covers the question…but it started me thinking about what I feel about money, the making and spending of it and all that jazz.

I was born and raised in the South. And there was a thing that no one really took notice of, but everyone from the richest to the poorest took part in it as a general rule in society. Some people when they needed money, would go door to door and ask to do odd jobs or shop out their particular skill. Some had produce to sell from their back yard gardens, some pushed a lawn mover door to door, some painted houses…ect. It was common place. i lived in a home that bought the produce, and goods…paid the lawn guy, and hired the painters.

No big deal. We neither took notice of this or were any better than anyone else because of it. It was just what was done. If you need something, you better be willing to work for it. Easy really.

Mate man was from one of the families that asked for the job. Same rules applied for them too. No better or worse…could only be worse if you lived off the dole…you know were a lazy drunk or whatever.

So, when I left my home at 16 and learned what it was to not have money and food and a home…it was easy for me to get up, take a look around at what I know how to do, what I had to offer and pick up a rake and go door to door asking to rake leaves, or whatever…wash cars, weed gardens.

When I got sick…and had to live off the dole (welfare)…I only had access to food items and needed more money. So…I made bread dough ornaments at Christmas (for presents for my kid) and sold them door to door. I picked flowers after asking and dried them in corn starch…arranged them…and sold those door to door too.

When I got better and had to really start making all the money needed again…I still was limited so I learned how to make organic cleaners and went out to the street with some flyer’s offering to do green cleaning for homes and businesses. It worked. I had a great company for more than 7 years. I added in my landscape skills…and the business grew…I sold off the cleaning and went into landscape design and growing organic foods. I studied and learned from the local library and as the Internet took off I got a bunch of free education from there too.

So…it goes. Mate Man did much the same thing…worked, studied, applied himself and is now very successful in his line of work. A rising star.

So making money is just that right? You go out and you do it. If you don’t like what you do then you do something else…go learn what you want to know and then do it.

At least that’s what I have done in my life…I do like having money over not having…it makes life easier. Really it does. I just don’t need a lot in this life in material goods that is. We live light. If I collect something then it’s because of it’s value down the line and because I enjoy it. Stuff is just stuff…money now or possibly down the road someday. Stuff is just stuff. I like nice stuff, but it’s still just…stuff to load, carry and deal with. If you need to move (which I have also made a life of, being a nomad) you don’t need stuff, you need money.

I guess that’s about my whole idea on money, it’s just money, if I need it I work hard for it. I spend it wisely, I don’t have a ton of things and I learned to like wanting.

Again…I make the rules, in my world.

Ahhhh, it’s all good.

Knock on wood.

Have a good day,

Heather

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