Choosing Your Money Feeling

Holding money tightly in the clenched fist, controlled and counted...this makes me feel uptight and breathless in its rigidity.  Holding money loosely, letting it slip through my fingers, this makes me feel weak, melty, like a snowman in June.  Holding money with palms open, cupped together as a catch basin, feels like an invitation to abundance, fill me up.  Holding money with arm held high towards the Heavens feels like peace doves, an offering, a trusting that what I willingly surrender, returns tenfold.  Fear, Disregard, Trust, Faith...choices, which one do you choose?