An anonymous writer reflects on growing up in scarcity, spending an inheritance to survive as an artist during a pandemic, and arriving — through real effort — at something that looks like hope. This episode sits with the tension between knowing money is just a tool and still feeling the old fear that it might run out. Transcript Hi. I’m Miata.This is Dear Money. Here, we tell the truth about our relationship with money—the parts we usually keep private. Each episode, I read and respond to a real letter to money that has been shared anonymously.The goal (for all of us) is never to judge. It also isn’t to fix or to advise.Just to listen, reflect, and try to open some things that’ve been tight or hidden. Let’s begin. Letters may be lightly edited for privacy and clarity. Dear Money— I have some apprehension writing this letter. I read some examples of letters to money that I found online. I noticed a note of desperation in them — and I’ve truly worked to move past those feelings myself. I think I’ve come pretty far in my relationship with you. My New Year’s Resolution is even the word “Fortune.” I want us to work together, despite our past. Growing up, my family was always stressed out about you. You brought a lot of toxicity into my life and my mindset for a long time. I became well-versed in adapting to your scarcity — and it was real scarcity. You don’t live out of your car to keep going to college without that being true. The student loans felt worth it. I was not going to be without an education, and because of them I was able to follow my dreams. The credit card debt hurts a little — I wasn’t told I’d be charged interest. You can argue it was in the fine print, but when you genuinely don’t know something, you don’t know what you don’t know. Despite those amounts being high, I’m not as stressed as I used to be. I’ve worked on changing my mindset from scarcity to abundance, and I’m happier today than I’ve been in years. It took real effort at first to believe that you were out there for me. But I believe it now. I also saw, throughout my life, the power you brought into a room. And for the most part, I didn’t like it. It’s hard to be in middle school watching classmates carry designer bags when your family can’t afford a new t-shirt. And then there was my dad. You were used as a weapon during his decline with alcoholism — he would transfer me money, maybe out of guilt for how he’d spoken to me. But what I truly wanted was for him to be well. To see me. To want to connect. When he passed away, I spent what I inherited to stay alive as an artist during a global pandemic. Where I’m at now is this: I believe you are a tool. A powerful one. Our civilization may well be shaped — or destroyed — by people’s greed for you. But maybe having you in the right hands can change things. I want to collaborate with you. I want to go on a vacation — just me and my fiancé, not for someone else’s wedding. I want to live in a better apartment. I want us to save for a wedding of our own. I don’t want to be one vet bill away from financial ruin. And when I reach retirement age, I don’t want to end up living out of my car again. My life is on the upswing. I just got paid to direct — something I’ve been working toward for five years. I’ve come to understand that my time, and how I use it, is my real currency. But a thicker bank account would also be nice. My resolution is Fortune, after all. Let’s work together to accomplish great things. Let’s pause and just sit with that for a moment. Just breathe and let yourself notice anything this letter brings up for you. You almost didn’t write this letter. I want to start there. Because that detail matters. You read the examples and felt the desperation in them — and you’ve worked too hard to go back to that place. That’s not avoidance. That’s someone who knows the difference between where she was and where she is now. And where you are now is genuinely different. You grew up watching money create stress, conflict, imbalance. You watched it used as a weapon — transferred to you from your dad’s hands not as a connection, but as a substitute for it. You learned early that money carried a kind of power you didn’t trust. A power that hurt people. So you did what made sense. You kept your distance from it. You adapted to scarcity because scarcity was what you knew. And it was real scarcity. Living out of your car to stay in school. Figuring out debt only after you were already inside of it — because no one had shown you what interest meant before you signed. Spending your inheritance on survival. On staying alive as an artist during a global pandemic. None of that is theoretical. That’s experience that shapes how your nervous system responds to money. How your body knows, before your mind catches up, that the floor might drop out at any moment. So the fact that you can now say — these are your words — “I’m not as stressed as I used to be.” The fact that you’ve done the work to believe money is available to you. That you’re letting in the idea of abundance, not just as a concept, but as something real and possible for your life. That’s not nothing. That’s not a small thing. That’s real work. And it shows. What also stands out to me is a word you use near the end of your letter. Collaborate. You want to collaborate with money. I don’t want to rush past that. For a long time, money was something that happened to you — or didn’t. Something other people wielded. Something tied to guilt, to shortage, to a kind of power you associated with harm. And now you’re saying: I want to be in a working relationship with this. I want to be on the same side. That is a profound shift. That’s not just a mindset. That’s a new identity taking shape. You’ve also named something really worth highlighting. You’ve started to separate the tool from the hands that hold it. Money in the wrong hands — that’s what you grew up watching. But money in the right hands? You’re starting to believe that could be different. That it could even change things. Including your own life. The vacation. The apartment. The wedding that’s yours. These are not abstract goals — they’re specific ones. The kind of specificity that comes from someone who’s ready. Not just hoping, but actually planning. And you just got paid to direct. Five years in the making. That’s not luck. That’s what it looks like when someone builds something carefully, through uncertainty, through loss, through a pandemic — and keeps going anyway. The mindset shift came first. The material reality is catching up. You chose the word “fortune” for yourself for this year. I see it as holding at least two meanings — the luck you’ve made, and the abundance you’re now purposefully moving toward. That makes fortune a pretty perfect word for this moment. Thank you to the writer for trusting me with this letter.And thank you for listening. Dear Money is a space for honesty, not answers.You don’t need to do anything with what came up today. If you find yourself holding a truth you haven’t named yet, you’re welcome to write your own letter to money. I’ll be here. New episodes are published every Thursday. Until next time. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit miataedoga.substack.com