The story of a homeless man who was given $100,000 by a film director was recently related to me. The fellow was offered free counsel from a financial advisor, but he turned it down. In a nutshell, he blew the money and is back on the streets.
Not everyone is a coin-sorter. Some people are the opposite. I'm tempted to call them poisonous, but maybe that's just because that's what they are to coin-sorters like me: they jam me up, and leave me unable to function optimally. In isolation, they exist without opposition. Imagine swamplands, with weeds, and wildlife: organic, natural "disarray". Who am I to say what is best? But what I can say with utmost certainty is that they are dangerous for me.
I've been "sorting coins" lately. I fear the repercussions of what will happen when I get jammed up with the return of my "swampy" personal associates.
It's the start of 2013. One of my New Year's Resolutions is to tackle this issue. I can't turn everyone into coin-sorters, no, but can I find a way for us to happily coexist? Oh, more than that - can I find a way for our lives to intermingle? Can we mediate a solution whereby I can feel productive and enjoy a sense of accomplishment and growth, and they do not have to change? This is the question.
Advice welcome. Please submit.