Not Your Way
I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.[Eric Roth]
I’ve touched a lot on doing what’s right for your life, not being afraid to change direction. I’m really starting to embrace the idea that I can do lots of things with my life, and I don’t have to do things exactly the way I always thought I did, exactly the way we’re all told.
I grew up knowing education was very important and a privilege. (I actually spelled that right on the first try!) My mom didn’t go to college until she was working two jobs and I was old enough to know what night school at community college was. She earned her associated degree and continues to work the same job she has for as long as I can remember, and she’s great at it.
At 14 I would tell her I didn’t want to go to college, I was going to be in a rock band–ha! At 18 I would go to state university thinking I wanted to be a chiropractor. That lasted for about two months, tops. Then I wanted to teach high school, then I wanted to do animal research, and then I wanted to write (but I didn’t need to change my major for that).
My mom has always been very concerned about my career plans. She thought I actually changed my major as many times as I changed my mind about what I wanted to do, but in reality I only changed it once freshman year. She was always really supportive of me teaching because she knew I wanted kids, and teaching would grant me generous amounts of time to spend with them, unlike what she had. Even now, graduated, living in Los Angeles, and still no full-time job, she pushes ideas about steady, “good” jobs I could get.
And I get it. I wholly understand and empathize with her. I almost feel guilty because I was given every opportunity she wash’t, and I’m sitting here in California watching the (lack of) clouds roll by. She’s concerned for my well being and security and my future children because that was the center of her universe for so long.
I see the majority of people I know doing exactly what she wants for me: graduating, getting a “good” job, getting a house, getting married, being stable. But something repels me from that. Admittedly, I am engaged. I was fortunate to find someone I can hang out with 24/7 and not want to strangle and then proceed to shut myself in my room (most days). We both also have unconventional goals and career plans, which helps. I understand the value of having your chickens in a row and knowing how much money will be in your account in six months, I do. It would be a crushing weight lifted off of my back if I had enough money to allow me to live for the next year should something happen.
For a long time that was all I wanted–stability. And now at nearly 25 I want the opposite (in moderation). It isn’t easy doing things this way, and it can be extremely stressful. I also know that waking up and going to a job that you don’t absolutely love and coming home exhausted every day is also challenging and stressful. No matter how much money or nice things you attain, you never have enough. That’s our human struggle. There is a threshold of happiness that we as a Western society have taken for granted.
I can see myself and my life two ways.
The first: I spend the time I have working on and towards things I’m passionate about. I don’t have an excess of money, but I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and I enjoy “working”. I have time and save up extra money to travel and see the world. I have enough. What I have is enough.
The second: I find a job that pays me decently to come every day and do mundane work. I’m tired, cranky, and don’t believe in what I’m doing. I have a fancy roof over my head, an abundance of food, and lots of things I don’t need. I’m too exhausted mentally and physically to be present at home or do things I enjoy. I have nice things, but I want more. With each new purchase, I find something else I “need”. I can’t take off work very much to travel and rest. I’m not doing anything I want to do in or with my life. I am unfulfilled and craving more.
Somehow option one is more appealing to me. I would love a nice house with things I like and to be comfortable and taken care of. But I know I would always be wanting something I don’t already have. When you shift from desiring what you don’t have to having gratitude for everything that is present in your life, a wonderful thing happens. You realize it is enough. You realize how trivial all that crap is. You realize it’s all extra baggage, just stuff.
Some of the happiest people around the world are dirt poor. That said, I don’t think it’s necessary to be poor to have a rich soul. That speaks volumes because when you think about it, how truly happy are the wealthiest people? They’re often miserable. They have all their things, all their money, and they’re still chasing this mythical happiness. They’re working themselves to death, mentally and emotionally sick, and they never have enough. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there are people living in slums in the poorest countries who find so much joy in the smallest packages.
When you have a lot, you need a lot. When you have a little, you need a little. I think the goal is to find a balance, a happy median. I’m okay with the sacrifices I might need to make to figure that out. I’m okay with giving up my $15,000 cushion just to be safe if that means I have the freedom to see the world and indulge in its cultures. I know when I have kids things will be a little different, but I want them to see the world, too. I know you need money to do things, but there is a limit. I don’t need millions of dollars to be rich, and neither do you. It’s an illusion.
I’d rather be a slave to my passions than money; I’d rather my success be measured in experiences than dollars, as cheesy and millennial as it all sounds. It’s okay to make your own way. It’s okay to do things differently than other people, or how you thought you were supposed to. It’s your life, your happiness, your future. Don’t let anyone else dictate how you should be living or accomplishing things. If you’re wanting something more, go get it because when you’ve lived your life, you can’t blame other people for telling you to do things a certain way. The choice is yours to make. What works for one person or thousands of people may not work for another. Your parents’ way doesn’t have to be your way. Your friends’ way doesn’t have to be your way. Make your own.