On a drive on a sunny California Day, one of my good girlfriends remarked, “Golf courses are a waste of space for the rich.”
Timber!!!
It’s a sentiment that stuck with me. Only because I disagreed with it, on all levels.
I don’t have negative feelings towards golf courses, or the rich. I find golf courses to have a certain elegance. I like to golf. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be rich. Make no mistake, I want to be rich.
Not just rich. Real rich. The kind that you can’t fake. The kind that the bank can’t take away. Conspiracy and Illuminati theory rich. Okay- I don’t need to be that rich… more like pay for my retirement community in Santa Barbara tomorrow rich.
I don’t have to live extravagant rich. I have no need to be on a television program that showcases my home.
Madame Bettencourt, L’Oreal heiress, is said to fulfill a “despoiled, but colorful” life. That’s what I would be!
I want to be the type of rich where my money makes money. The type of rich where I can donate. A lot.
The type of rich where I can live at the Four Seasons Beverly Hills, if I wanted to. Five–coastal rich.
For that clean, fresh feeling.
Manhattan apartment I hardly use rich. The type of rich where I can give out a bunch Clarisonics for Christmas. How many are in a bunch? How many people do I love? That’s how many will be in my bunch.
The type of rich where I pay for my nephew’s Ivy League or even Justice League education. Whatever he wants, his aunt is RICH.
Justice League of America
DC Comics
I’d like to own massive rental properties, yet live in a sensible home off of Abbot Kinney in Venice, California. That is until I turn 45 and move to the Pacific Palisades. Yes, I’m sensible. I drive a 2008 Volkswagen beetle, and even if I got rich tomorrow, I’d probably graduate to a Prius. That being said, I can’t say that my chest doesn’t get warm when I see a Bentley.
I’ve never heard a human say “I don’t like nice things.” At least not in English.
I see nothing wrong with being rich, or wanting to be rich.
My mom tells me there’s more to life than being really rich. Hey, I get it, and I’m thankful for the life I have. A few days a week, I run on the beach. I have the most wonderful supportive family, and my friends are true. I get to make people laugh as a job.
I know there’s more to life than being rich. And, sometimes, it’s a day on the golf course.
As the sun settles on the golf course, so does the soul.
So… who’s going to the driving range with me this week?
xo and bring the Big Bertha.
