It took years to get through the last nice days of the school year. And then freedom!
Somehow the period between June and September was one endless stream of sunshine. The moment we’d been waiting for the entire time we were fourth graders seemed to spread out for ages.
There were countless popsicles and sprinklers. Slip and slides. Bike rides.
Now, at 31, I can get a bit of a sunburn one day and be looking for my ski coat seemingly three weeks later.
The Funny Thing About Time
It occurred to me the other day that right now, at my age, there are more work years left in me than the total number of years I’ve lived up to this point.
What are we doing with our time?
If we spend our work days counting the hours until five, or counting the hours until Friday at five, what then are we looking forward to?
Are we heading full speed into our demise?
There has to be a better way!
Since all of us under the age of 35 (and let’s be honest, most of us past 35, too!) have more time left in the workforce than we’ve had on this earth, we should make the time mean something.
It’s easy to focus on the details of personal finance. Easy to parse things into percentage points. How much interest? How much risk?
Those are the questions we ask when we don’t really want to ask the hard questions.
Make it Count
If you hate your job, find something you love. If you can’t find something you love, find something you could be really good at, then do that. If you find yourself thinking, “only 38 more working hours until Friday afternoon,” at 10am on a Monday, you have to make a change.
No matter what you think, you’re never too young to start fresh.
Change directions if you don’t like where you’re going.
Remember that you have only a short time left on the planet, and you better make that time count for something.
Goodness gracious, if we don’t, then we lay on our deathbeds thinking, “well, at least I paid off my highest interest debt first.”
There’s More to Life than Money
Money, or lack thereof, sometimes feels like the end goal. We delay our happiness until we reach an arbitrary goal. “I’m miserable now,” we tell ourselves, “but when I make $125,000, I’ll be happy.”
But that can’t be true. If money could buy happiness, there would be no miserable people in Hollywood.
So make your days count. Find your happy. Tell your friends and family how much you love them. And by golly, don’t settle for anyone or anything that makes you less than the happiest dang version of yourself.
You can’t chase happiness, but you can find ways to make your life more meaningful.
But I know this much. You, whoever you are, are far too young to settle for an unhappy life.
Be careful who you marry, and be careful you don’t marry your job.
Do you live to work or work to live?