Not Getting on That Jet to Oprah’s house

Posted on October 30th, 2007 in Excersises, Money Madness | Leave A Comment

As soon as I was invited to Oprah’s house on a private jet, I noticed my excitement and fear. “Wow,” my little boy said, “this is cool – no lines, no security barriers, I’m like royalty!” Then the fear arose: “what if I love the private jet, will I feel pressure to buy one?” I’ve always believed that “you get what you pay for.” Would I get exponentially more pleasure from this ride than a coach seat on Jet Blue? Cause that’s how much it costs to ride on a jet-exponentially more than a commercial plane. “You get what you pay for” influenced me to buy a luxury car I didn’t need and sold one year later, work non-stop to make more money to afford things I thought I’d need, overbuy clothes just because they’re higher quality, put rich people on pedestals and feel separate from and less than them and consequently feel better than low income people – not a great strategy for developing friendships and business connections.
Like many of us, I got the message as a young child that there is something magical about rich people and the services and products they use.
So, back to the airplane. We arrive at the private hangar, park, wait 15 minutes in a reception area, then board the plane. No security lines, no i.d. check, no safety announcement, no baggage screening or metal detectors. They invite you on board, then immediately, without a word from the pilot (Doesn’t anyone care if we buckle up? Apparently not.) we’re moving and up in the air. Hey, I can see the pilot right through the open door! The time from parking the car to departure is a total of 20 minutes. Try to replicate that in a relaxed, stress-free manner on a commercial flight.
I sit. I feel my knees touch the opposing knees of the tall fellow facing me. Yes, we’re sitting sideways and we’re tilting left as we ascend. I smile and realize “Hey, even coach class on a commercial flight has more leg room and at least I’m always facing forward!” Here, only four of the sixteen passengers are faced forwards. What a relief. I can scratch “private jet” off Santa’s list.
Then I laugh. The kid wanted a private jet and the adult found reasons to reject it. I witness these feelings of excitement, fear of being greedy, and just plain fear. The kid wants it all. I don’t try to squash the greed or subdue the fear. I befriend the twins and start to feel spaciousness in my mind. An openness ensues which allows me to enjoy the moment without the attachment to or rejection of any future actions. Just enjoying the kid and allowing the twins to hang out in the presence of joy. Fear, greed, joy all together now. If they can co-exist, I can allow myself the gift of this moment. The freedom of feeling joy now, of enjoying the wonder of flight without any thought or need for another private jet in my life. OK, now I’m getting this money madness thing down.

Mango Tango

Posted on October 30th, 2007 in Experiences | Leave A Comment

Last Monday morning I remember bringing a mango to eat at the office – Yes, I like mangos and they’re an easy item to snatch from the kitchen counter on the way out the door. It’s true, they can be messy, but the taste of a perfectly ripe mango more than justifies the risk of a dry cleaning bill. Then my mind had a bout of mango amnesia.
Wednesday, I flew to Santa Barbara for a financial conference and then Thursday to Denver for a board meeting with an institution interested in green investing with my company, Abacus – Changing the World One Portfolio at a Time.TM
Everyone is at the top of their field, a very impressive group of eight people comparing my firm to two others. I’ve been up since 4:00 AM in order to get to Denver in time and I’m exhausted and famished by the end of the three hour meeting.
I rush to the bathroom, reach into my backpack for the almonds I brought with me to refuel my empty tank and I feel something soft. Oh, it’s the mango, and one that’s going to be very messy to eat. I can’t leave it in my pack – it’s about to burst and spread mango on all my papers. I can’t just throw it out – that would be a waste of money and of my favorite food. Part of my money madness is about financial security being the most important thing in life and if you throw out something you paid money for, you’re diminishing your financial security. I find my money monster driving me to eat that mango, before it goes really bad, and satisfy my low blood sugar, my money monster and protect my financial security. Of course, it’s an irrational thought that eating a mango will protect my financial security, but that’s the nature of money madness. It drives us to crazy behavior around money.
But, wait, what if one of the board members comes into the bathroom? They said they all had meetings to get to, so it shouldn’t be a risk. I yank out the mango, rip into it over the sink, mindfully so as not to force a trip to Presto Dry Cleaners. Just as I’m done, a stall door opens (the bathroom was quieter than quiet when I entered) and the Chairman of the Board approaches a sink, two down from me. I hurriedly clean up my sink and my face, feeling my heart beat faster. I say hello Stan (thinking I’m so grateful you left the stall at the end of the mango instead of the beginning).

Money: The Surprising Aphrodisiac

Posted on June 30th, 2007 in Couples | Leave A Comment

When my wife and I started dating, we shared our sex histories with one another on the first date. But we did not have a serious money conversation until we’d been together for almost three years-and then only when a specific concern made it absolutely necessary. The subject of money between us was taboo.

Bernhard Lietaer, author of On Human Wealth: The Future of Money, speaks to the money taboo: “If I asked you how much money you have and where it came from, it’s actually more indiscreet today than asking with whom you slept last night.” Further, he states, “Most people have about as much perspective on money as fish have on water.” Fish are born in water, live, and die in water. They don’t step out of it to look at what water is. Likewise, our beliefs about money are unexamined-until, that is, we look past the money taboo.

As my teaching partner, Anne Watts, points out:

Beliefs about money fill all our heads. We all have them. They can be fed by major experiences or by simple messages we’ve picked up along the way. These translate into limiting beliefs like: money is the root of all evil; don’t trust people with money; money equals safety; it takes money to make money. The list goes on and on. These beliefs remain unexamined until we are startled awake, often by our own discomfort, and we begin to see just what it is we are living in-those subconscious thought streams about money we swim around in all day.

It doesn’t take an extreme circumstance to be startled awake. A little bit of discomfort can go a long way, as it did the day my wife and I first saw the house that we eventually purchased together. Glowing with excitement when she saw the backyard, Janine said, “Plenty of space to put in a garden.” I could tell by her tone and the look in her eye that she was imagining a full-blown permaculture installation, complete with pond and multiple tiers. All I could see was a pile of invoices.

I looked away, secretly hoping the garden idea would decompose. Mustn’t let on that we can afford it, went my thinking, she might insist on having it.

At that stage in our relationship, all of our financial information was my secret. In my family of origin, the primary messages about money included: “Don’t talk about it,” and, “Money is the only thing that will give you security.” In the absence of clear and conscious money talk, those undercurrents translated into thought patterns that held my own sense of prosperity in check. In essence, I believed that my job as the head of the household was to watch the purse strings and silently monitor my wife’s spending to keep us secure.

Something about the juxtaposition of Janine’s obvious pleasure at the idea of a garden and my obvious distress in the moment triggered a new awareness. Janine delighted at the thought of working the soil, picking out and planting seeds, watching those little cotyledons send the plant’s first two tender green leaves up through the earth and then grow into broccoli, asparagus, collard greens, and beets. She wanted the pleasure of plucking our dinner salad straight out of the yard. She was giggling with delight at the thought, while I, on the other hand, looked and felt like quite the curmudgeon. What was that all about?

I began to examine my resistance and looked at what was behind the “mustn’t let on” thought stream. Was it true that one shouldn’t spend money on a garden? I felt into the feelings, and asked myself: is this a new feeling, or a familiar old feeling?

I knew from the work I had done with Anne and the Human Awareness Institute-an organization dedicated to eradicating ignorance and fear in the areas of love, intimacy and sexuality-as well as earlier training in meditation, that I could dive beneath the surface of my thoughts and gain valuable perspective if I paused for a few moments. This self-reflection and inquiry process is one of the skill sets Anne and I teach in our workshop: Financial Intimacy and Freedom for Couples.

I knew from experience that shifting my beliefs could radically alter my experience, and I wanted a radical new me to step in for the curmudgeon that particular afternoon. But I also knew that simply denying my feelings or sweeping them under the sod would not do. So I took a slow stroll around the side of the house and stayed with the feelings. What does this feeling want me to know? I scanned my body, relaxed my mind and allowed my awareness to do a full sweep. Almost immediately, a memory of my father came into my mind’s eye and I watched him flinch when the eight-year old me asked, “How much money do you make, Dad?” He flashed me a look of disdain that nipped that conversation in the bud-for good.

Once I connected the dots between these early experiences that told me to stay silent about finances and my difficult feelings, I was able to take a deep breath and relax. Immediately, a sense of spaciousness filled my mind. All of a sudden, I was much less attached to my original idea about the garden. From this place of openness I began to look into my present-moment thoughts and feelings. A garden can increase the value of one’s home, came the first thought. That was predictable; my mind is ever watchful when it comes to the bottom line. Then, following on that, I realized that a garden could be quite a lovely sanctuary, a place of beauty, a place to enjoy the textures and smells of seasonal change, a source of high-quality fruits and vegetables for our family.

My thinking expanded further as I imagined throwing a party in our backyard, hosting community events, having a place to explore the natural world with my kids, and being able to appreciate the ordinary miracles of peach and almond blossoms. It would be lovely to meditate out in the garden, I thought. Walking back toward my wife, I said, “Actually, Janine, we can afford a garden.” The garden has become all of the above and much, much more; it is the best investment I have ever made.

Whenever I tell this story, Anne likes to mention another important aspect of partnership and intimacy:

This experience with the garden highlights the way in which two people’s differing values can either create friction between them, or, if handled consciously, open new possibilities for each while solidifying the couple’s bond. Spencer grew up in the city where there were no gardens; they were simply not important to him. It had not occurred to him that a garden could add to the quality of his life. In relationships, distinct individual values such as gardening can become shared values for the couple, and thus expand each person’s horizons.

In the workshop Anne and I teach together, we start by posing this question: What is the best way to deepen intimacy with your partner?

Most people, especially Californians, will answer: Talk about ecstatic lovemaking!

No, we assert. Talk about money.

Some say: Insane! Talk about money to increase intimacy?

Of course, we realize that what we are suggesting is counter-intuitive. After all, money is the number one identified cause of divorce in the U.S. And yet, from my experience as both a workshop leader and financial advisor, money-talk is the greatest aphrodisiac of all. Think about it. If you can be open, honest, and fully present with your lover while talking about such a taboo topic, what might you discover?

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