So, while at work last night, I started watching snippets of the show Rich Kids, and I couldn’t help but feel bummed about the fact that I don’t have a private jet and don’t go on these lavish shopping sprees. For a second, I started to feel bad about not growing up in a ritzy area with a glamorous lifestyle, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way. I say it jokingly, but I’ve never seriously felt sad about my life.
Anyway, as I started to leave the office and make my way towards the parking structure, I walked up to my car. The car that I’ve worked so hard to pay for, for the last 4 years of my life. I couldn’t help but feel proud and happy for what I have, because everything I have I’ve worked so hard for and that made me feel like the richest person on earth.
With that being said, I am proud that nothing was ever been handed to me, because when the time comes and I’m bringing in those six (plus) figures, it will make me appreciate everything I have that much more.