Back in the day, my letter to money went something along the lines of: Dear money, I love you and wish I had more of you, but I resent the crap out of needing you. You’re never there for me, I totally don’t trust you, I feel dirty admitting I want you, but I get so excited whenever you show up. I worry about you all the time. I wish I didn’t need you. You suck. Please for the love of God show up in huge quantities soon.
