Why I Act Poor

I used to laugh about my Pa always HAVING to have bread at every meal. It was a left over comfort from living through the Great Depression. But, then one day in my early 20’s I became a poor single mother who turned couches inside out looking fo enough change to buy Jackie’s diapers.

Of course since then I earned a degree and have a career. But I work in the business of poverty and need. The result is that, in some ways, I am very like my Grandfather.

Money makes me uncomfortable. I never think I have any, or that what I have is enough, and spending it consumes me with uneasy guilt…. even if I won the lottery or got a job that paid a real wage, I think I will always feel poor.

What about you?

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One thought on “Why I Act Poor

  1. I’d like to speak to the issue of changing our beliefs.

    I was taught to be poor. And being a good student, I learned the lessons very well. They’ve been a part of my belief system for nearly 58 yrs. And it’s something many of us share. Not just my street peers, but many housed, income generating and every-day-joes (or josies).

    Having been a part of the cycle of my homeless street peers since 17 and 1/2 — we didn’t call it “homeless” in those days, we just called ourselves “street rats” — I believe the recidivism rate for many of us is just such a belief (or series of beliefs). Couched in economic terms, or couched in “I just can’t accomplish anything of value” terms, or couched in any other terms.

    The awesome thing, as I’ve been invited to explore what I’ve learned to believe, is that changing my beliefs works.

    It’s not been an easy road, although it could have been easier.
    It has involved delving into many taboos, I was taught to “not explore”.

    As we become more aware of what it is we believe and where/why we learned those beliefs, we can make choices to transform them into beliefs that work for us.

    I raise my glass of water to you in toast — and join you whole-heartedly in changing our limiting beliefs.

    Here’s to you, me, and all our peers — and here’s to each of us claiming our birthrights, one of which is not only to have what we need, but to enjoy it.

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