In seven weeks, my present job ends, and I will join the ranks of the nation’s unemployed. Our household income will be cut substantially, but as this date approaches, I’m surprisingly not as freaked out as I thought I would be. I do occasionally worry about the vast amounts of money that has been hemorrhaging out of our bank account lately on dental, vet, food, and utility bills, but hey money comes and money goes, right?
I have surrendered to the uncertainly of my situation by using the metaphorical image of flying on a jet. You know how you feel when the plane first takes off and there’s a part of you that freezes up? However, you soon realize it’s all out of your control and you’re about to ascend several thousand feet up into the air and there’s nothing you can do about it? Well, I’m on a plane right now and it’s all out of my control. All I can do is just sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight. I’m actually excited about the opportunity to reevaluate my life and what decide what kind of work I want to pursue next.
As I take mental note of all I have, I realize I have quite a bit of wealth built up. And what really is wealth? Isn’t a lot of how we define wealth just agreement anyway? And isn’t there room for various definitions? This period in my life is giving me a great opportunity to define exactly what wealth means to me. I’m realizing I value relationships, experience, and time much more than material possessions. As a matter of fact, the less I have, the more I realize how truly little I need to be happy!
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