Time is Money. . .

I've been loosely following the Paul McKenna course I mentioned in my last post. Can't quite get to grips with the whole 'feel what you feel' squeezy fingers malarkey. But what I've learnt so far is: Time is money

Yes, yes, I know it's one of the oldest cliches in the book, but the over-riding feeling that is coming out through this 'journey of self discovery' is that rather than having more money, I'd rather have more time and it's only been reinforced through having a week off work.

I guess, what I'm learning is that I'm a gal of simple pleasures. It's not as though I want to be bought expensive champagne in a swanky cocktail bar (well, OK, as a treat once a year might be quite nice), a cup of tea and a choccie biccie with a good friend is more my thang. So, while at the moment I need to work my a*se off so that we can afford a deposit for a place of our own, it's not where I wanna be long term. Not saying I want an easy life. If anything, I'd enjoy the challenge of working for myself. But ultimately I'd love to have more time to spend with friends and family and ultimately create a family of our own (although not just yet - don't worry Love of my Life). Ultimately, while I need to earn as much as poss at the moment going forward I need to find something that fulfills me and not just financially. . .

Hmm, something to ponder methinks. . .