This is a testimony & an understanding of my love & hate relationship with cash.

Yes Cash..Cashish, Bakshish, Moola, Paper, Dosh, Wonga, Shekels, what ever name you wish to give it, this is about that, & only that.

Times have been a little tough of late & if I dare to be honest it has never been so tight since I was a student. But then I did not have half the responsibilities that I do now. Which reminds me of something else...the amount of keys that I have. My dear departed Grandfather once said, ‘Many Keys means, Many Responsibilities’. How true that was & is.

But yes, back to the point. Times are a little thin & the packet at the end of the Horizon has not quite reached our door as yet. But it is getting closer, like the light at the end of the tunnel. It gets bigger & closer...it certainly does.

It seems that we, I should be out of that tunnel at the end of next week, but the ducks & dives that I have taken to make it to that goal have been tiring & yet satisfying.

Throughout this a knowledge is continuously being gained, the appreciation for that cake. When you have it there are times where you just take it for granted & let it flow like water. When there is hardly none, you become ever so creative to make the goodies last.

You also tend to asses what it is that you have, that could make a lucrative exchange. What have I got that I do not need & can I sell that bitch. Damn I have done it all in the last 3 months even spent every little ounce of money that I have built up over the years. But I pumped into things that I believed in.

I have used this to keep my dream alive, & that is worth any investment. You save for Rainy Days...well shit we have been in the wet for ages.

Damn the light is getting brighter.


Be Well...I am trying & somehow succeeding.