I am not sure how I feel about money. On the one hand, it’s pretty great and let’s me do a bunch of neat stuff. On the other hand, it messes with my head and makes me believe I am someone I’m not. It can both heal and damage – sometimes at once.

It really doesn’t matter how much I have, what I want is just a little bit more. I have a hard time with enough. I can find myself thinking that accumulation is equal to success. My grip can be pretty tight around a fist of dollars.

And then there was last night. I was part of a group gathering around the idea of taking some of their very hard earned money and investing it into small food companies.   The return not measured just financially, but socially and environmentally. This was not a bunch of cigar smoking monopoly guys, this was what the politicians so flippantly describe as ‘ordinary Canadians’. It was both inspiring and challenging.

I then came home to an impassioned email from a friend who runs an important organization focused on justice and human rights. She’s tight for funds, and is keen to have me help out. Her ask was unabashed, because she believes that’s what money is supposed to be used for – for good.

At lunch yesterday I was having a conversation about generosity with a friend. I explained that, to me, it means having an open hand. It’s hard to hold on if I lay open my palm.

Another friend used to say, “money can’t buy happiness, but it does buy choice”. In fact, every dollar is that way. They all come with consequences, good and bad, and it’s left up to me to decide which.