Walking away from all that $$$

I ain’t trading my youth for no suit and jacket
I ain’t giving my freedom for your money and status

-Judah & the Lion (this song came on during one of my I should be happier brain sessions)

This is A of A+M. Mandy does most of the writing because, well, she is just better at it. She has also had more time than me which leads me right into my rant….I mean blog post.

Money does not buy us time and quite frankly, time is all I want. Time with my wife, time with my family, and time to pursue my wildest dreams.

My mom recently made a statement about how we never went without when we were together as a family. We were talking about my father and how hard he has always worked to make sure everyone had everything they needed. For some reason, the conversation stuck with me long after we were done talking. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for all of the stupid shit he spent his money on to make me happy. All that time he spent working and for what? We will never get that time back and when he is gone the only thing I will ever wish I had was more time with him.

What a funny system we have created. We work so hard so that one day we don’t have to work anymore. We somehow decided that 65 and after would be the best years of our life. I mean REALLY? My body at 32 is already falling apart, what the hell am I going to feel like at 65? EVERY year should be the best year of our life. Yes I am sure some will be better than others but what the heck are we waiting for? Why do we marry and then spend more time working? Why do we have children to only spend a couple hours a day with them? Why do we day dream if we never intend on having the time to make anything happen? WHY DO WE KEEP FOLLOWING THE RULES EVEN THOUGH WE ARE MISERABLE?

Okay, so obviously I am not the first person to think of this but it is still important for me to talk about. I believed for a long time that I had to follow the rules that everyone else was abiding by. I had no idea there were actually people (not just the rich) out there that were enjoying life more than they were working.

Now that I know it’s possible, there is no going back.

Walking away from all of that $$$. About $85,000 a year to be exact. I quit my job in Boston and took a job with a much lower salary closer to home. Yea, believe me, its even hard writing that never mind living it. I am still asking myself what the hell I was I thinking but deep down it feels so right. I took a minute (or several hours) and thought about the money and my future and how it was all going to come together. I would continue to climb the ladder and make more money but the list of things I would miss out on went on forever. The misconception to this equation is that money does NOT buy happiness. It buys a bunch of pointless possessions that somehow in the short term make you feel like your happy. I knew life would be good but it didn’t have the chance at being great because I would have the money but not the time.

Money cant buy happiness

Well, I guess what I am saying is that I am sick of tired of being sick of tired and I am going to do something about it. I think you should too.

How do you renovate your new rental property, have a baby, pay off your debt and travel to Europe while taking an enormous pay cut? Haha, I have no idea but stay tuned and watch us give it a shot!

“Someday” is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.”
Timothy Ferriss, 4-Hour Workweek
All you need is a suitcase and a playlist.

A+M