Start thinking of yourself as a trust-fund baby.
At your birth,
you inherited
time.
True, we don’t know how much time, but it’s still quite a windfall when you think about it.
Start thinking of yourself as representative your time.
How are you representing/selling yourself?
Don’t sell yourself short!
To make good sound trades
study the market.
Cautionary trading tales are everywhere.
You might even have to cut your losses
in order to stop the bleeding.
Better to disentangle yourself from a bad investment
than to loose your shirt.
Other assets require nothing more than patience.
A simple concept, really
but it will require discipline.
Trade your time wisely and you get
richer
wiser
greater.
Right before my Grandpa Foster died,
he looked into my eyes and said,
“Sell High“.
those were his last words to me.
I think that’s pretty cool, and I try to take the advice especially when I realize how easy it is to sell myself short.
The best trade I ever made
was when I gave my short life to Jesus,
and received His gift of Eternal Life.
Now what I do with my temporal time
will have a lasting effect on eternity.
So no more selling short for me.
From here on out……..
I’m selling High!
Psalm 39:4-5
“Show me, O LORD, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man’s life is but a breath.
AFFIRMATIONS DIVINE 
2 Comments
You’re an Amazing Writer. This is your cousin Marti and apparantly I’m answering from my own blog. Strange. I’m hoping to kick this blog in gear once I have the energy, time, and motivation to write. In the meantime, I’m figuring out how to process this fleeting and changing life ahead. Love you, Robyn!
Hey! Thanks for the encouragement! I’ve read your blog too. Maybe I could link yours to mine. (then people could get two for the price of one… ha!) There’s a way to do this but not sure yet. Give yourself time to rev up your writing engine. Change can really give you time to gather creative energy….for later. Guess it’s part of the healing process, but nothing takes the place of time.
I have journals and journals fit for my eyes only, but I saved them anyway, because they were my therapy. Glad now I gave myself permission to be imperfect because many times writing was the only thing that would clear my head.
Sure do love you! Robyn