Do you remember when no one wanted to sit next to you at lunch because your Mom made you a stinky egg salad sandwich? So what did you do a the clever age of 10? You chucked it out of course, because you didn’t want to be the kid with the stinky sandwich. Well I am proud to say about 25 years later, I love my Mom’s egg salad sandwiches and I don’t care about anybody else’s opinion.
I bring up this story because I have recently realized that I don’t care what people think of me any more.
What a freeing feeling!
It is exhausting to try to keep up with the Jones’ because every time you make it to the next plateau, be it, a better job, a fabulous home or just the perfect pair of sandals, the goal posts shift and you need to strive higher. While on my frugal journey, I have discovered that there is so much more to life than the Jones’.
People have always thought that I was a bit of square peg – I have been a library user since the year dot and even braved the NYC library in the East Village, that was filled with not fresh smelling people. I would like to cook instead of going out. And horrors of horrors, I have given up a life in the fashion to write about frugality and just live a lovely life.
Are you a square peg? Please leave me a comment as I don’t want to be the only one.
A colleague commented recently, she thought it was a bit strange that I don’t go out much and prefer to do my drinking at home usually with a meal that I prepared. She thinks I am a bit odd, perhaps I have a touch of agoraphobia outside the workplace, but no that is not the case.
