The Struggle is REAL.

So packing boxes seems like a super easy thing to do, but it is so much deeper than throwing your belongings into a cardboard cube.

Everything I take off a shelf or out of the closet has a different memory, meaning, or feeling attached to it.

Jordan and I have been living in a pretty fair sized arrangement for the past 5 or 6 months and now we are moving to a space that is a bit smaller. So, we decided (almost reluctantly) that it was time to start going through and downsizing where appropriate.

So I pick up my plaid “country” button up shirt and thought to myself, “When was the last time I wore this shirt?” while simultaneously thinking “Remember all the good times that were had in this shirt? Plus it was like a $100 shirt and I… mom only paid like $25, what a steal!”

The voices battle over whether to keep the shirt or not, and throughout the years my heart has always kept that shirt no matter how much I wear it, if I even wear it at all. But this time it was different. I still had the same thoughts but my hands directed my shirt to a pile, a pile that would eventually make it’s way to a new home. Whether that home is to a younger family member, or friend, or even the Salvation Army so someone can love the shirt like I did. Nevertheless it was gone.

I don’t feel sad that I have let go of my shirt, because it has helped me come to grips with the fact that you can’t keep everything forever. You can’t stay the same forever, we all grow and change and that is not a bad thing. I am reaching a point in my life where I don’t need that “country” shirt just incase we go to The Rockin’ Horse Saloon. I am at a point in my life where my passions and the people that I surround myself with, near and far have become more important than anything else.

I enjoy being around friends and family and sure I would still enjoy going to the odd country bar but I’ve reached a new stage in my life where I want to move forward and progress into the person I want to be for the rest of my life. Maybe that sounds kinda deep and maybe a bit annoying but I am truly happy underneath all of the anxiety and spurts of depression I have faced and continue to conquer. I wouldn’t change the path I am on because I know that I will eventually end up exactly where I was meant to be as long as I put my best foot forward to ensure I get there.

Bringing this back to the money aspect of my blog. I want all of my new and consistent readers to know that just because I started a blog about money that does not mean I regard money as the almighty dollar. I actually don’t care all that much for the idea of money being a blockade to people achieving their goals.

I just understand the importance of money in our society and how it is mandatory in advancing your life, career, and much more. This is why I started The Money Diet, I don’t want money to control me, I want to control how I spend my money and how I live my life.

This is why I practice not stressing about money. What I do is: I write down everything that is stressing me out and it’s dollar value, then write down how much money I’m guaranteed to make and then sometimes even add a column of potential extra incomes. If that guaranteed value is higher than the stress value I scrap that paper and don’t worry about it. If you have enough to live and you know in your heart that you are trying and you want to move forward, you will be okay and you will move forward.

I leave you here with a picture of someone else’s plaid “country” shirt.