Choices

I had a great comment on yesterday’s post.  She commented that what I was calling a simpler, more intentional life looked a lot like poverty.

Yep.  I have to agree.  It does look like poverty and I really appreciate what she said.  I feel like it’s an affirmation of a step in the right direction.

For me, the difference between poverty and an intentional life is choices.  The intentional choices that are made when we consider the big picture of our lives.  I actually have enough money saved away in my “emergency fund” to purchase a new washer right now.

And a year of so ago, I would have considered my washer situation to be an emergency.  I would have run right out and purchased that new washer because

   what kind of person in their right mind would put up with that kind of rigged contraption?

Now, I wonder what kind of person would spend every penny out of their savings account in order to have a laundry room that “looks right”.  Sure, my contraption is kind of a pain in the ass.  It would be easier to just buy a new washer if I was still trying to keep up with the Jones family (and their credit card debt).

We have sacrificed in order to have that small savings account.  For years, we didn’t have any kind of emergency fund.  And we had plenty of emergencies.  We are doing without in order to not accrue any more debt.  It’s not been an easy change of mindset.  It’s so easy to buy now and pay later.  It’s the American way.

I grew up with parents who were children in the Great Depression.  My Dad left the farm and joined the Air Force.  He jumped enthusiastically into the world of credit and the dream of a better life.  He spent a lot of time (and money) seeking all that the world could offer:  a new car every year, a bigger and better house, lots and lots of clothes…

I don’t fault  him for that.  Every one was doing it.  It just doesn’t work anymore.  Maybe it never did.  When I got my first application for a credit card (before I had even graduated and gotten a full-time job), I jumped at the opportunity.  I was proud of my perfect credit score.  Look at me!  Look at what I’ve done.

It’s literally a house of cards though.  It’s an illusion.  An illusion that’s difficult to maintain.  It’s a dream that brings no joy.

No more.

Sometimes, when I trip over the broom handle holding up my washer, I want to go buy a new one.

Most of the time, I see my rigged contraption and it brings me a sense of contentment and joy.  It’s a choice and I’m proud that I’m making a good choice – a choice that closely resembles poverty, but carries with it a wealth of benefits for our family.

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Choices

  1. I like what you’ve said here. Something I have tried to convey to the few young women who would like to listen, is that it’s okay to be poor. What matters in life is relationships and living within your means and learning to be happy with less is priceless.

  2. So many fall into the credit trap, the idea that we can get everything we want NOW. And the “Perfect” trap, where we must have the latest fashion & matching everything. But there is a peace of mind knowing you have savings and making due with what works. Our place is shaping up with ReStore buys, things someone else didn’t need can become our new stuff. It may not be Better Homes and Gardens but it’s all done mortgage-free. That’s our choice. And it brings real freedom.

    1. I can’t get out from under the mortgage, but we are paying off the rest of our debt as fast as we can…and not getting any more. In our area we can’t even rent a one bedroom for the equivalent of our mortgage and we have four bedrooms on almost two acres. We’ve really enjoyed the challenge of making do with what we have to do our home improvements. Yea for your choices and for freedom!

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