Daily Reflections 2025-07-02
Jul 02, 2025
The other day, I told a friend that I’m no good at money. She’s concerned that this represents a self-limiting belief about money that’s holding me back. It bugged me for a few days until I finally realized that she heard that as some sort of self-confession, but I meant it as a brag.
A more complete way of saying it is: I see what it means to “be good at money.” It’s synonymous with “being good at Game A” and I want no part of it. My conscience simply won’t allow me to profit at other people’s expense. The cost of being rich in this society is way too high for me.
So, I am only interested in playing by Game B rules and, I think, by Game B standards I’m doing pretty well. Better than most for sure. By Game B standards, I think we could say “we’re comfortable” in that tone of voice that suggests we’re loaded.
Unfortunately, that means that we are subject to all the sanctions Game A can throw at those of us who are trying to play by better rules. Game A can’t stand a level playing field. It can’t stand mutual support. It can’t stand the idea that anyone but the rich should be allowed to be happy.
So, it’s stressful holding the course. It’s an open question how long we can weather all the onslaughts.
But I know a secret. I know that Game A is doomed. There is no way it can survive. It’s a false refuge. It might take all of us out with it, but it’s a goner. So there’s no way you can get me to invest one more hour of my life propping it up or pretending that it’s the only game in town.
That’s why we’re investing everything we have to create the farmastery as a refuge for Game B folks and a rehabilitation center for people in recovery from Game A.
There’s no guarantee that we can figure out how to get Game B to work, but I can guarantee that Game A will be lucky to survive 20 years.