I’m not sure I can bring myself to talk about money this week. I’m on vacation for starters and secondly I happen to be on vacation in a place where everything that I might want doesn’t cost much.

My own peat fire toasting up the room, an ocean vista, tea brewed with mint and chocolate (not that this is from the local area, but still, there it is in my little kitchen).

At the moment I’m sitting in Oliver’s pub in Cleggan where people wait for the ferry to Inishbofin (The Island of the White Cow), the largest island off the coast of Connemara … here in the West of Ireland where throughout history the sight of sails on the horizon marked danger. My chief concerns over the past 48 hours have been:

  • Shall I really let the daddy long legs hanging above my bed live? because he keeps dangling himself down for a visit …
  • Is there a superior way of cutting the freshly-baked bread so that I don’t smoke out the toaster next time ’round?
  • As I pull up the comfy chair to look out at the sea do I want to look towards the mountains in the south or the cove and the bay towards the North?

And so it really is all about money.

If you count leaving the day job behind and journeying to ancient places to do some exploring … if I use the Thoreau measure of things (by the amount of hours it takes to earn the money to fund them) … then yes, I suppose there really is a monetary dimension to the rainbow outside the window waiting quietly for me to notice it.

But other than that it’s pretty hard to think about money.

I’m reminded of an article I posted on Facebook recently that really struck me. It was about the top 5 regrets people have at the end of their lives; a list put together by a palliative nurse who over the years of helping people die noticed the remarkable sameness of people’s life regrets.

Among the top 5 is ‘I wish I hadn’t worked so hard’. The other four …

Wishing we’d had the courage to live a life true to ourselves rather than the life expected of us

Wishing we’d had the courage to express our feelings

Wishing we had stayed in touch with friends

Wishing we had realised in time that happiness is a choice.

Anyway — back to my toast and chocolate mint tea and the view of the mountains.

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