I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
My girlfriend and I are sitting at Starbuck's on a Wednesday afternoon. Stern business types drift in and out, as this corporate corner of our city bustles around us. We are talking about love, life, dreams and all the things we are grateful for. We laugh. We cry. We sit back and breathe deeply.
And it hits me, here we are, two women living independently on less than $15,000 a year, sipping lattes in the middle of the afternoon, enjoying life, laughing and wondering what all the fuss is about; all the money-making commotion in the office towers around us, the deadlines, the stress, what's the point? And I realize, I've never been happier.
Over the past year, I have found a deep contentment and joy with very little in a financial way. I work to support myself, but I also create enough money and time to have coffee with friends at least three or four times a week. I buy tulips when they're in season. I buy myself vintage jewelry when a piece catches my eye. I have new clothes. I eat out pretty often.
I have come to appreciate the simple pleasures of life. I have learned to sink deep into a cup of tea or a plate of sushi. I have found the beauty in seeing the richness of life that surrounds me every moment of every day. The smiles of friends. The tears of children. The new buds on the tree outside my window as I type this.
I am rich beyond measure. Who knew? Not me. For a very long time.