I invested in a new kayak last fall. I couldn’t afford it but rationalized that so much of my ‘stinky-me-happy-restorative time’ is spent on the water, this was an investment in my mental health.
This winter I was ‘forced’ to reinvest in two systems I can no more live without than air and water – my camera and my music. I’ve struggled with these more recent upgrades – technology is not my strong suit. I also struggled with the finances but life with out a soundtrack or a lens to view it through is not an option. I consider it an investment in stress reduction and feeding creativity.
I am about to invest in my next equine partner. When the house sells, I would like to buy Tiny Dancer from Heather at Mountain Lane Farm. Night is the last of our original herd and though she has years to go at a youthful 22, I know she and I will need someone to look after us. Dancer is the perfect last pony. She may outlive me, certainly she will outlive Night, or she and I will be old together honoring the memories of Night and the subsequent adventures we will have shared. I see this as an investment in my (equine) future.
Now these may not seem like investments in the parlance of Wall Street. I learned that language from the best of the best. These investments are what I make for my most basic happiness and sanity. These are the threads of my life I have never been without; music, photography, water and equine therapy.
oh, and perhaps writing about the above...