What is it about receiving money you weren’t expecting that fills us with glee? As a child it was like finding a treasure, because it literally WAS found money. Grandma called it “pennies from heaven.” Like a nickel on the sidewalk. Even as an adult though, now that found money comes in the form of a check or refund of some kind, or occasionally as a gift, I still feel that giddiness of surprise and delight. In a way it feels like getting away with something, like “I’d better go cash this check before I get caught.” Or superstitious, like “I’d better go cash this check for fear the universe sees me as ungrateful.”
Is that weird? Yeah, it’s weird. I’m okay with that.