SoTD: Tevye (Fiddler on the Roof) “If I were a Rich Man”

I woke up this morning with Tevye’s lament at his poverty ringing in my ears. Was I dreaming about money problems? Not that I can recall, but financial anxiety does occupy a fair amount of brain space. Lately, I have been obsessing over getting the money together that I need to get my car back on the road. Luckily I don’t have a commute for work, but being stuck at home and unable to pursue social ventures have become more aggravating with each passing day. I have made a lot of effort to get the money set aside, but it always seems like something else pops up to gobble up my savings. I’m constantly crunching numbers in my head. Hopefully, it will all get taken care of next month, along with a new pair of glasses. My prescription is so out of date, I find myself squinting to read things in the distance. It’s time to get current.

Like Tevye, I do sometimes allow myself to wonder about what life would be like if I had money afford all of the things I want. I have never wanted to be filthy rich, but luxuries like a tropical vacation or a new guitar or better computer equipment always seem unattainable. I’d love to have the money to be able to help Merrill go back to school or take classes myself. Maybe one day it will happen. All too often I fall into the trap of convincing myself it never will.