I treat my money like I treat the earth—valuable, limited, and worthy of real respect. Not just because it pays the bills, but because how I handle it says a lot about how I live. I don’t see money as endless or disposable. I see it like soil—something to tend, protect, and use wisely so it can support me and others for the long haul.
There were times when I spent without thinking, like water slipping through my fingers. And honestly, it never brought peace. But when I began to pause—to ask myself if what I was buying truly added value, or if it was just filling a void—that’s when things started to shift. Not in some flashy, overnight kind of way, but slowly, like roots deepening.
Respecting my money doesn’t mean I never enjoy it. It means I’m intentional. I save when I can. I invest in things that matter. I give when it feels right. I avoid waste, not from fear, but from care. I try to spend like I’m part of something bigger—not just consuming, but cultivating.
Because just like the earth, money is a resource that can either be drained or nurtured. And I want to live in a way that honours both.