I am rich. Are you?

No, I’m not talking about the touchy-feely stuff. I’m rich in love. I’m rich in family. Yeah, yeah.

I’m talking about money. Yep, everybody, I’m rich. There, I said it.

Now, if you know me, you probably wouldn’t say that about me. I mean, we do live in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood. My God, we have a hot tub. But Mauricio still gets up every day at 5:30 to go to his electrician job in our Honda Civic with 268,000 miles on it. I get up with him and procrastinate doing my paid writing work by writing unpaid blog entries. We follow a budget. We haven’t had a real vacation in three years. I haven’t flown home to see my family in Illinois in two years because it’s so expensive to fly five of us there. We’ve both known lay-offs. We’ve felt the pinch of the recession like most of the rest of the country.

And yet.

And yet, I am in the top 5% of income in the US and the top 1% of income in the world. Yes, my family makes more than 99% of the rest of the people in the world.

So how come I still stress about money? What’s it like to be really stressed about money? To not have enough food to feed your kids day in and day out?

I don’t want to know. Today, I’ve officially decided we make enough money. Plenty. I’m going to live mindfully of it.

By the way, I bet you’re rich, too. Wanna find out? See how you rank on the Global Rich List.

And by the way, by the way, I’m rich in that other stuff, too.

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