I just want enough money to live, enough to pay the bills, have a bit of freedom, maybe work a couple of days a week doing something useful, and spend the rest of my time actually living my life. Now that's my kind of ambition.
I still don't get how this isn't everyone's dream.
I realize it wasn't the intention, but to me, this was super inspiring and hopeful. I never wanted that life either, but I find myself in a point of change. What worked before (freelancing as a copywriter) don't work no more because of AI. I like teaching yoga but frequently guilt-trip myself cause I don't follow any of the rules and how-tos, and besides, the hustle of it is slowly taking out the pleasure I had so many years in practicing. So it's a transitional moment and I find myself looking at all these "steady, secure" people in the job market before I remind myself I never wanted any of that and still don't.
Thank you for reminding me that steadiness and security is also an illusion, especially in this crazy day and age.
Because the older I get, the more I realise the people who seem richest to me are the ones who have time. I look at the older people at the beach with their energy, laughter, chilled out nervous systems. That seems like success to me.
💯 Absolutely. World's too full of people working themselves to the bone in the hope of a mythical golden age that they're usually too sick or too dead to enjoy. Or, dunno if better or worse, people who pour so much of themselves into their "career" and forget to make a life, build relationships, discover themselves and what not, that they don't know what to do with the time and possibly money when it finally comes.
Scary.
It's so f*****. Because part of enjoying life is also travelling for us and we need to work to be able to do that. And then you worry you're going to get to this point even if you are debt free that you can't afford to pay the bills - the council tax, insurance, electricity, etc. And if you do pay for all of those things you can't afford to buy new clothes or books or go on a short trip or put petrol in the car or go out for a coffee or any of those small pleasures that we should have the right to enjoy. So the whole thing really freaks me out. My sister and brother-in-law are working full-time and they're happy enough, but their whole mission is to save for retirement. I watched Dad die And he had a really good life and had some good trips with Mum but then he died and his money just went to her and I was like well. What the f*** was that for? Jamie's got a month work but he's kind of being ripped off with what he's expected to do and the wages he's getting and he's off to work now to dance this dance of asking for appropriate recompense but being obliging so they give him work. It's all a load of b******* and I hate it.