If your answer is “yes,” my next question is, “why?”
I admire people who run their own businesses, even while I think they are a little daft for taking on that kind of risk. Every thing falls on you. You don’t sell enough lawn furniture, bowls of chili, fancy-beady pillows, then you don’t eat or pay your rent or put gas in your car.
Plus there’s that whole budgeting thing, which I can barely manage and that’s with (thus far) a steady paycheck.
…You want to know what’s wrong with our waterfront? It’s the love of a lousy buck. It’s making the love of the lousy buck — the cushy job — more important than the love of man! It’s forgettin’ that every fellow down here is your brother in Christ! But remember, Christ is always with you — Christ is in the shape-up. He’s in the hatch. He’s in the union hall. He’s kneeling right here beside Dugan. And He’s saying with all of you, if you do it to the least of mine, you do it to me! …
Me, either. If 1/10th of the Boomers who swear they went to Woodstock had actually gone there, those fields would not have have held them by half.
That sounds like a math problem and it isn’t. I wasn’t there (I was 10 but even if I’d been 20, I wouldn’t have gone because I was in church), but Martin Scorsese was and here is his perspective.
I ask because we are in Rhode Island this weekend, and we’ve driven by some fabulously fancy mansions and since just about anything we do involves thinking about how much it costs, I am trying to imagine what it’s like to live in those mansions.
Mind you, it’s not a goal of mine to live in one, but it’s hard to imagine moving through your life without weighing the cost (and I don’t mean that metaphorically).
So if there are any rich people out there reading this, share!
