Exactly.

Money makes everything horrible. I loved every moment of volunteering, I’ve done so many off the wall things because someone needed help and I have a wide skillet. I love saving the day. I don’t even like praise, I just like the satisfaction of knowing I helped

But money makes me feel yucky. I hate talking about it, I hate asking for it, I hate using it… I’m ok with having it, but only if I don’t look at it. I’m even conflicted about rewards for my work

I want to help people. I want a place i can make my own. I want to be free, to have a place where I can build unrestricted