A little over a month ago, I quit my job. I left without another position lined up, and even though it was a premeditated decision, it felt akin to leaping out of an airplane at 12,000 feet without a parachute.
It’s been nice to have an open schedule. I’m spending time with my parents, doing some writing, and finally getting enough sleep for the first time since birth. But the intoxicating freedom of my decision has come with an unforeseen drawback: I no longer have any idea how to measure the value of my life.
We spend a lot of our lives at work. It makes sense, then, that either intentionally or by happenstance, we measure our value based on how successful we are at our job — and, as naturally follows, by how much we get paid. After all, our employers are literally paying us for the value we create. The more you make, the more valuable you are, right?
It quickly becomes an easy — and dangerous — way to measure your worth.
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*Amanda clambers out from beneath the rock she’s been living under for 2.5 weeks*
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Four months into my first full-time job, I made an incredibly stupid decision.
I purchased an expensive vehicle. And I took out a loan to do it. A $20,000 loan.
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Today, for the first time in months, I purchased something for myself. A real, actual, tangible, physical thing.
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It has been almost two years since I started my decluttering journey and aspired to live a simpler life with less stuff.
Ironically, I’ve probably thought more about my belongings in the past two years than I ever had before—once you become aware of the clutter, it’s impossible to ignore. But the way I was thinking about my stuff had shifted; instead of wanting more, I was taking a hard look at whether the things I owned were helping me lead the life I wanted to live.
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Anyone who’s ever stared down an overstuffed closet or disorganized storage room knows decluttering fatigue is a real thing.
Just like a distance runner is more exhausted at mile twenty-five than he is at mile two, we can only go through so many of our childrens’ broken Barbie dolls or old books before we’re ready to collapse in the middle of the floor and never get up again.
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It’s no secret that I’m a bird person.
I have been fascinated with birds since I was young. I sit and watch them in parks and parking lots. I doodle them in the margins of my notebooks and seek them out in pet stores. A year ago today, I brought home my cockatiel Jasper, which was one of the single greatest decisions I have ever made.
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