What is your currency?

No, no, I don't mean the pound or the dollar or even the euro.

What is what I like to call your emotional currency?

For example, the other day I went upstairs and there were

Pokemon cards everywhere, which you know would have been out of the normal for

most people but with anyone with young children well this is a pretty typical

occurrence. Guys if you're going to leave these all over the place, they'll eventually find a home

in the trash pen.

It would be nice to at least see the floor every now and then and maybe to know where I'm

stepping.

Scramble, scramble, scramble.

What's amazing is they instantly knew which card belonged to who, which character has

disability or that, and all with barely glancing at the card itself.

Yes, I'm being the old man that doesn't understand a thing about what his kids are playing

with, but I do know one thing. It's their form of currency. It's what they

know, what they relate to, and what they enjoy. And to them, it's more valuable than gold.

It is their currency. Now, my declaring what a waste of time Pokemon cards are would be no different

than they're telling me what a waste of time my sitting at the piano is or doing yoga first

thing in the morning or trying yet another type of bidders in my countless attempt at making

the perfect Manhattan. But these are things that I love,

that feed me emotionally, what I relate to, not them. So going back to the intro, perhaps it's a little

bit more clear now. what is your currency?

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