Above the Mocha Poverty Line

Maybe it's silly to gauge my poverty level by mochas,

but it's nice to look forward to small rewards.

I figure if I still have $50 in the bank, though, I'm still doing better than a good percentage of the world's population.
I'm lucky to have a bed, and a roof.
no bugs (anymore).
plumbing.
hot showers.
clean clothes.
shoes.
toothpaste and toilet paper.
clean water.
no disease.

Man... really, I'm living the dream!

To be able to drink a mocha reminds me that I am really quite rich in privilege.
To be able to drink a mocha in Kauai makes me bliss out. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I'm going to try to hang on to that feeling next time I feel like quitting my job that pays me $5.40 an hour. Yes, the same one that I must hobble to on crutches. You know, the one that keeps ending in assignments of generating spreadsheet templates on accounting documents.

Living the dream. I'm in living color.