Day 47 - I’m a Snob
Tooo many things to accomplish today in one post. Bear with me. I intend to complete the following by the end of this post:
- Put $25k toward real estate (new total = $250,000)
- Post two pictures of kids having fun at iFly because I said I would yesterday (and they really are cute)
- Prove that I am a snob, and;
- State for the record, “I believe transformation happens in the open.”
Let’s start with the kids!
This is what it feels like to be totally and completely free! No concerns, no cares. Just floating in the sky. At this iFly place they give you a video to watch and it is inspiring to see it again and again.
It’s a great reminder of how it feels in the moment and how to bring that into every day life. Its especially great to watch again with the kids because they get so amped up and playful and remind one even more of the importance of readily having a good time.
In between each of the people in our party was a frequent flyer named Chris (I think) and he was able to do the most amazing mid-air gymnastics and contortions.
We’d watch him hover and circle and flip. He’d smile and stretch his limbs, letting the wind push him up 100 feet in the air. Then he’d ball up and plummet toward the net below, unraveling at the last second and coming to a standstill just above the floor, looking like a floating magnet, held up unexplainably, defying gravity. Trust me, Indoor Skydiving immediately looks and feels like the kind of healthy addiction you might want to consider taking up.
Okay, so w/ $47,000 total today, and $25k going toward property, I’m left with $22k to play with. No problem. Right?
I like watches and have told myself, when I grow up, I’ll start a watch collection. So far, I have a $500 watch that collectors say is nice and I rarely wear it. Below is a picture of a $22,000 watch. There are lots of reviews out there about it. I figure the best way to appreciate it is to pick one up for myself.
Here’s where I realize I’m a snob. Or, I have what some people term as Emotional Debt. The way to tell if you have emotional debt is if you feel guilty when you spend large amounts of money on yourself.
Another friend who is playing this game said she noticed she’d spend the money on herself when she was feeling down, and donate it to friends when they were feeling down. Interesting pattern to notice.
For me, what I see, is that when I want to spend money on myself, I automatically think, “There are better uses for that money than me.” Odd, don’t you think? Perhaps that’s what drew me to this game. Perhaps my soul knew if I had to go through the motion of spending multiple thousands on myself everyday, I’d overcome the reluctance to do it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve blown thousands on myself before, but more as a binge activity than as a reward or healthy practice. So, why would I be willing to put this out in the open here? That’s where my best change takes place.
I can realize something about me and hang on to it. I can even use it to tune myself in the future. But when I declare it as a feature I’d like to change publicly, suddenly I have an accountability team, even if it only lives in my mind, who are aware of what changes I’m taking on for myself.
How does my tendency to feel guilty about treating myself well make me a snob?
I automatically assume that anyone who’d treat themselves to a $22,000 watch is too stupid to know where a more beneficial use for that money could take place. I’m an idiot. Anyone who is treating themselves to a $22,000 watch undoubtedly not only knows, but is making efforts of that kind already. A coach years ago told me to energetically approve of successes in other people that I want to emulate.
“When you see someone driving the car of your dreams, thank them for being a good example and proving it is possible,” she said. “Resenting them only puts the energy of resentment toward the thing you want.”
It goes bigger than that. I realize, I want to approve of all of their activities. That way, I’m not cutting myself off of the entire experience available to me. Fourty-seven days in and I still feel like I’m just beginning.





