Here we are in the middle of a recession and I'm re-doing my bathrooms.
Believe me, I'm not the kind of person who enjoys renovating houses. (I'm one of those rare women who hates to shop.) I've kept up with maintenance, but haven't had any major work done around here in 14 years. The last time I think the bathrooms were done was in '78.
So why spend money now?
Because I had a bit of cash on hand and thought, what the heck, why not put some people to work?
(My decision was helped along by the fact that my Formica-clad counters were falling apart, but really they've been falling apart for years.)
I know it's counterintuitive, but I've found that there's no better way to cope with feeling depleted than to dig deeper into my heart, deeper into my pockets, deeper into whatever hole I find myself in and give more than I think I have left to give.
I'm not talking about going into debt. I'm talking about spending some of my reserves. By investing in others--by investing in hope--I instantly maximize my return. Not of money, of course. (Who knows if I'll ever recoup the cash I've put into this project.) But of joy.