{"id":243,"date":"2011-07-06T19:11:00","date_gmt":"2011-07-06T19:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/johnbeckett\/2011\/07\/enough\/"},"modified":"2011-07-06T19:11:00","modified_gmt":"2011-07-06T19:11:00","slug":"enough","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/johnbeckett\/2011\/07\/enough.html","title":{"rendered":"Enough"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>I remember the thrill of finding money as a kid:  on a sidewalk, in a parking lot, and in that little slice of the Otherworld \u2013 between the cushions of the couch.  It was a surprise, it was fun, and for a kid whose piggybank (actually, a small red box with a tiny lock) usually held less than $10, finding even a nickel was a financial windfall.  <\/p>\n<p>As I got older and got used to handling more money, the thrill got less and less.  By the time I was out of college I wouldn\u2019t stop for less than a quarter, and before too long the threshold rose to a dollar.  The fun was long gone and found money was never enough to be significant \u2013 why bother?<\/p>\n<p>Then one day I was on a business trip when I co-worker and I both spotted a quarter on the sidewalk.  I was ready to keep walking, but she insisted on picking it up.  She said \u201cyou should never pass up found money \u2013 you\u2019re telling the Universe you don\u2019t want any more!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The engineer in me said \u201csilly superstition\u201d at the same time the magic worker said \u201cas above so below \u2013 she has a point.\u201d  And so I went back to picking up coins.  Quarters, dimes, nickels\u2026 even pennies.  Don\u2019t want to tell the Universe I don\u2019t want any more money.<\/p>\n<p>This past weekend I was walking through the neighborhood when I spotted a nickel on the sidewalk.  Out of habit I stopped and picked it up.  But as I walked on, my mind went back to part of <a href=\"http:\/\/johnfranc.blogspot.com\/2011\/06\/success.html\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\">what I said about success last week<\/a>:  success is having enough and having the wisdom to recognize it.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not rich and I\u2019ll never be rich, but I have enough \u2013 and I know it.  So why was I sending mixed signals \u2013 why was I saying I need more?<\/p>\n<p>Out of an unexamined habit, that\u2019s why.<\/p>\n<p>The next morning, I went into the gym and opened a locker.  Whoever had been in that locker before me had left a nickel and a penny in it \u2013 one cent more than what I had picked up the previous day.  I picked it up out of habit, then put it back.<\/p>\n<p>I have enough.  Someone else may need it more than I do.<\/p>\n<p>As for my co-worker, she left the company several years ago.  She\u2019s now a Vice President with a large international logistics company.  I know she really wanted to be a Vice President.  <\/p>\n<p>I hope it\u2019s finally enough.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember the thrill of finding money as a kid: on a sidewalk, in a parking lot, and in that little slice of the Otherworld \u2013 between the cushions of the couch. 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