More is more, right? But what if it's not...? What if our culture, our media, the Influencers we look to, have been lying to us? What if we don't need more to be content and live a rich, full life? This is something I've been pondering a lot as of late (especially when reviewing my credit card spending...). I can always come up with reasons for more. More makeup, more clothes, more sunglasses, more SHOES. But can I put together a list that advocates less?
This year, the year of 2017, my goal is self-discipline. Self-discipline in eating, exercising, and mainly: spending. I wrote a little blog about my budgeting struggles and strategies a few months ago (you can read it here). So, to motivate myself to stay on track (despite all of the amazing sales happening right now, including the Nordstrom Half-Yearly Sale, WAH!), I'm reminding myself: "Don't store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal." and more! Proverbs 16:16, Ecclesiastes 5:10-14, 1 Timothy 6:9 The list goes on and on.
And to hold me accountable/help me stick to my goals, I'm sharing with you my reasons to buy less:
- I'm tired of having a cluttered house. Seriously, my house is overflowing with things. I don't have enough closet space for all my stuff. And I'm eyeing MORE? Am I insane?! (Don't answer that, it was rhetorical)
- Debt doesn't feel fun. Does spending feel more fun? Sure! But only temporarily. Only until the next time I check my bank statement or get my credit card bill in the mail. And then, it's back to shaming myself and listening to inner dialogue about how I'm the best at failing...
- I DON'T WANT TO KEEP UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS. Ok, this one's partially a joke. But seriously, who am I trying to keep up with / compare to? Our parents had to keep up with the Jones. Now our generation has to keep up with an obnoxiously affluent, always camera-ready LA family, eating Instagram-ready food someone else made for them in an all-white kitchen? I don't know about you, but when I watch the show, none of their friends or habits appeal to me. Do their vacations and homes make me drool a bit? Of course, I'm not crazy! But then I remember that they don't get snuggles with J.T. They don't get to go on date nights with my boo. They'll never enjoy all of the most beautiful moments in my life. And I value those at a price point 2,000X higher than their houses or their exotic island retreats.
- My favorite memories don't involve material goods. Think back on your life to date. I bet your favorite memory doesn't involve stuff, but rather people. Your best friends and your family. Those are the things I want to cherish and invest in. Not my closet. Because while an Instagram-worthy closet would bring me fleeting happiness, making memories laughing with JT will bring me pure joy that will last a whole lot longer.
Thanks for reading beauties! What would you add to my list?