Living Below Your Means

Reflecting on my last week in Savannah

June 10, 2019

So far the move is going pretty smoothly. I put about 95% of my stuff in a storage unit over the weekend and I am currently living in an empty house. To catch the new people up, I'm moving back in with my parents next week to try and pursue a career that involves working on my own creative projects (YouTube, Video Game Development, Teaching, etc).

Although being an almost 30 year old man moving back in with his parents is pretty shitty, I have a good outlook towards it. It has been a very humbling experience for me. Something GaryVee says a lot that I really respect is finding the humility to succeed. Strip yourself away from all entitlements and social statuses so that you pursue a life that you desire. A lot of people don't want to take the steps necessary to grow their business or their idea because they're too afraid of what people will say about them on their path to doing it.

Oh did you hear Waldo is going to be living with his parents? A 30 year old man living with his parents. A man who can't afford to live on his own? WHAT A LOSER!

It's a little extreme, but I'm sure a lot of people can relate to that feeling of needing validation from complete strangers. It's this strange inner thought because until it is said out loud it feels very real. It's a real worry that I had. Public perception of myself. But when I realized I'd rather have a life where I'm doing things I loved instead of getting a job to please people who's opinions don't matter - the irrational thoughts went away. Who the fuck cares what these "strangers" think.

Because it's true, it is strangers. Everyone in my inner circle including a lot of people who subscribe to this newsletter have had nothing but support to give me. Again, thank you all for your kind e-mails these past few months, they have been extremely helpful. But, now that I've put all my cards on the table and exposed myself to not only my social circles but to the internet in a public form, I have to admit, it feels great.

I'm owning my story instead of feeling ashamed by it and now it can't be used to hurt me. 

But anyway, back to my point.

I currently live in a 5 bedroom house, 2 of which were rented out to my brother. But needless to say, I have a ton of stuff. Way too many things to bring to my parents house, so I rented out a storage unit here in Savannah. So over the weekend I needed to pack up everything that won't fit in my car when I drive down to Florida. And this became another exercise in humility for me.

Having a lot of stuff is nice, but you start thinking about everything you own and start questioning its importance. I have 3 beds. Why? I live alone. I have 6 desks and a dozen or so chairs. Why am I living so above my means? 

It should've been obvious years ago that I was headed down this route to moving in with my parents. Year after year I collected more and more stuff and then needed a bigger and bigger place to house all of it. 

But why? 

I think it goes back to the idea of social statuses. A bigger place was cooler. I liked having the opportunity to host parties and having enough space to house guests. But when I look back on it, I maybe only did that a few handful of times over the past 2 years. 

Was it worth not having any money in my savings? Was it worth it to end up where I am at now? It's hard to say because those really were some fun times and I don't regret anything, but those are pretty valid questions that have me thinking about my future.

When you're forced to bring only what you can carry, suddenly a house full of stuff doesn't feel that important anymore. Suddenly you start thinking differently and understanding how much you really need to live.

If I gain nothing else, learning to live humbly and below my means will make this experience worth it. 

Have a good week.

Waldo
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