Anywhoo, I've never really been one to worry about keeping up with the joneses. Admittedly I have some nice stuff and I do continue to buy nice stuff, but mostly because I like the nice stuff. I'm the type to oooh and ahhh over the softness of leather, the brighty cheer colors of a fabric, and the lovely details of a polka dot or some other print. But I must add that in an effort to be a true tight wad and less materialistic, I've started to be more creative with my love of nice stuff. For instance, I've been shopping at goodwill more often and am going to learn to sew. After all, you might be surprised to know that a lot of my favorite outfits usually cost less in total than say... my purse, lol.
But... I have found one area of life that I never realized I worry about what the darn Joneses are doing... a career. I've always foolishly had the thought that life will be great once all this schooling is over and I can begin my "real" life. Then came the hiccup of medical school, but I don't want to dwell too much on that again... The time is quickly approaching that my old class is getting ready to graduate from medical school and I'm starting (or started until this revelation) to see them as the Joneses. I then begin to panic and start down that old familiar path of... well, life will be great once I get this nursing education stuff going...
But... And here's the PSA you've been waiting for... Life is great now. I have much to be grateful for. My "real" life is the present and what I make of it. Now, I've got to get off my butt and make something of what's left of the day. (Although, in my defense, I'd already powered washed the half of the deck we didn't get to last night, had breakfast and did a little vacuuming this morning before I sat down and started wasting time/procrastinating on the web.)
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