On Money
I didn’t sleep a wink last night. The concept of money and owning substantial things really started freaking me out.
Rewind and context.
Working with my company I’ve been fortunate enough to get a little raise when I re-signed for 2012. This made me realize I may actually be able to do the impossible: save up while living in NYC. But of course I started pondering the possibilities to infinity and beyond.
What was I saving up for? What do I not have right now that I can drop big on in 5 or 10 years? I considered a vespa, a small consignment shop, and dare I say it, a condo…
But then I realized right now, this goes against everything I believe. I don’t want to own property unless I’m fulfilled in other ways. My thirst for spiritual, emotional, and creative satisfaction needs to be completely quenched before I even consider owning things.
So now what. Travel? Classes? Another degree? Man, they weren’t kidding about the lost twenties…
