But my habitual daydreams of actually acquiring it typically ended in nothing other than consternation and incongruence, awakening to a reality that never seemed to change.
A bizarre feeling, it is. To want something, but to not want it. To convince myself that I didn’t really need it. To perpetually rationalize that I was somehow above it. And to despise those who had it.
To be a have-not.
I assume that my red badge of poverty was first pinned to my psyche sometime before my dirt bike lost its training wheels. When I began to wrap my impressionable brain around the concept of social strata.
We were us. They were them.
And to want what “they” had was to concede all loyalty to my side.
It took me over 30 years to finally understand that. That what lied at the root of my low credit score and umpteen overdraft charges was a set of limiting beliefs inherited from my upbringing.
This revelation didn’t happen overnight, however. The first chink in my poverty armor came from an unlikely source.
“There is no reason in 2008 to do ((stuff)) you hate.”
Of all of the personal development and business talks I’ve ever watched, this simple and slightly-profane declaration from one Gary Vaynerchuk six years ago probably had the most lasting impact on the direction I would take in my life.
Because life is way too short to spend one-third of our waking hours doing intolerable ((stuff)) that numbs our spirit in exchange for “security”.
I know what you’re thinking: The economy isn’t what it used to be, Sean.
I couldn’t agree with you more. And that’s because the economy isn’t what it used to be.
We are no longer living in the days of our grandparents, when a high school diploma punched your ticket to a job at the factory.
Or the days when a college education imparted at least some assurance that a job was waiting on the other side of the commencement stage.
Nope, those factory jobs are on the other side of the ocean. And the college grad has been replaced by the electronic voice that asks me what I want but can’t understand me when I say it and then hangs up on me, but not without that aggravating “goodbye”.
The days we are living in today are the ones when a guy writes an e-book on teaching a parrot how to talk and becomes a millionaire.