Wedges of gold

I have outgrown my beater car. I mean, I'm driving it all over. But I bit the bullet and bought an old (OLD) meticulously-cared-for dad's car instead. I'll sell the beater. The dad's car is an 88 Acura, the beater is a 91 VW Fox. Both are sticks.

I want a life filled with abundance. Starting now. Like, giving myself a dependable car. Asking for help. Loving and caring for what I have. Looking for jobs while I still have money. Writing this blog like I will write books.

I'm selling the Fox, but I bought it a battery and spare tire anyway, and will check its fluids/register/insure it. It will leave as it came, cared for.

I practice theatre by running a year-round lab at BCC where we "ship" (show) four times a year. I thought today of starting a Wealth Lab, where we would each "ship" a business. Wealth work. I bet it's just like theatre at its dark-bright heart.

Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea:

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.

-- William Shakespeare, Richard III, 1:4