The Big Sur sky!  I cannot believe the vastness of it, the way the moon lights a path on the ocean towards me at night and the way that path is illumined again at sunset.   Most distinct are the twinkling stars, the Milky Way, and the shooting stars (so present in August).   What produced this fantastic light show that was opening my heart and mind with inspiration and magic?  Darkness.  And yet our modern ways have produced enough pollution and artificial light to minimize the darkness and the natural spectacle that is right above us every night.

What does all this have to do with Money Madness?

Just as the darkness allows us to enjoy the light of the stars, if we open to our darkness around money, we can live a life free of financial worry and adrenalin.  What are the feelings that arise when money is the topic?  Is it the fear of not having enough or the fear that we are not enough?

What’s behind our drive to spend, accumulate, invest for a big hit, or buy a lottery ticket?  What darkness did we learn to avoid as a 5 or 6 year old and learn to overlay as an adult with a money thought?

The goal is not to change our behavior around money, but rather to open to the “dark” feelings that seem to mechanistically trigger us to do something unproductive around money.  The more we befriend these feelings, the less overwhelming and important they are, and the more we can access our natural money wisdom.  Maybe this wisdom, independent of our culture, parents and friends, will lead us to make the same money decision, but it will feel like a true and vibrant choice because we will no longer be dealing with money in a habitual way.

Moving to a non-habitual relationship to money allows the stars or the wisdom of our beings to shine brighter.  As we free ourselves of money madness, we discover that the whole world of money can be understood and successfully mastered just by using our own wisdom and common sense.  We don’t need to listen to television money experts or read every finance book or get an MBA; we need to allow the darkness to reveal the brilliance of our minds without Money Madness.

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Jeff and I had become good friends at work. He was a few years older and had put in more time at the brokerage house where I was just starting out, so in some ways, he was a mentor. But this was a real friendship, not just a “professional association” like so many relationships with work colleagues. I felt we were soul-mates under the skin, with everything important in common.

So it stunned me when, one day over lunch in Jeff’s office, he suddenly asked: “By the way, where did you summer?”

I grew up in middle-class Queens, a generation removed from the immigrant experience, and had never heard the word “summer” used as a verb. But I got it. Instantly. It was unmistakably a class code, and it was a shock to my system. In that single moment, I went from feeling intensely close to Jeff to feeling absolutely separated from him, as if a brick wall had just shot up between us. Soulmates under the skin? What was I thinking? I said to myself, when clearly, as a single word had revealed, we were as different as two people could be.

I am not the first person to feel the jarring sensation of class distinction. But my emotional reaction to this experience was something more intense-it was money madness.  In that moment, I fell prey to defining my self-worth in material terms. My money madness told me that a summer spent at the public pool in our Queens neighborhood was inferior in every way to the kind of summer experienced by people who “summered” in the Hamptons, or on Cape Cod, or along the coast of Maine. And if my summer was inferior, surely my whole year was; and if my year was, surely my whole life was; and if my life was, so was I. My money madness also insisted that money was identity, maintaining that Jeff’s identity and mine could not possibly form and keep a friendship.

It was too bad. The truth is that my boyhood summers at the municipal pool had been wonderful, and if I had not been the slave of my money monster, I might have been able to say to Jeff: “I summered in the neighborhood.”  I might have created space for us to learn more about each other. Instead, money madness ruled my behavior, insisting that Jeff and I should not be friends. It was painful.

But money madness will do this every time. It will make you uneasy with your identity, or unclear about what your identity is. And it will dictate how you connect with people. There’s a great story about two women who’d been close friends for 20 years. They knew everything there was to know about one another, had been there for one another’s joys and sorrows, could virtually finish one another’s sentences. Then one of the women confessed to the other that she didn’t exactly work at the Museum-that is, in the sense of having a job there. It was rather that she visited there often because she donated so much money to the Museum out of her enormous trust fund.

That was the end of that friendship, as the woman who received this information wondered what else had been held back or fudged or lied about over the past 20 years. We can only marvel at the trust-funder’s 20-year discomfort with her own money situation, even as we pity her for letting that discomfort break faith with a friend.

The irony is that there is also financial danger in letting your money madness rule your relationships. In that first brokerage job, I saw myself as less worthy because I had grown up middle class and had never “summered,” and it led to behavior that influenced others’ perceptions of me. When my colleagues headed for the nearest watering-hole after work or went out for a boisterous lunch together, I hung back. I saw myself as different, and I believed the difference made me less. It affected my performance on the job. After all, how could I look to new money associations when I was still hung up on past money associations? I was the kid who summered in the municipal pool in the neighborhood. How could I possibly make the kind of money the Jeffs of this world make? How could I even be comfortable around people like that? There’s also irony in the fact that, most likely, I wasn’t the only person in the firm for whom summer meant the municipal pool, not Martha’s Vineyard.  Not only was my sense of otherness damaging and dysfunctional, it was probably inaccurate.

A friendship sundered, a job gone sour and my self-esteem thrashed. I was 25, and the score was Money Madness 3, Spencer 0.

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