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Penny Adrian's avatar

There is nothing wrong with being wealthy; there is only something wrong with feeling superior to other people because of your wealth (or lack of it).

Most people think they want to be rich, but what they truly want is to feel rich.

I live in rural Texas, where most people are poor, but feel rich. (Rural poverty is VASTLY different from urban poverty - which is hell).

Romanticizing poverty is obscene, but so is romanticizing wealth. It's vitally important to have enough money to afford decent housing and healthcare, but other than that, money doesn't add much to quality of life, and can actually have a numbing effect on the soul.

Like David, I am 62, and my husband and I are retired. We live on about $3000 a month (less than the cost of one night in David's preferred hotel). I don't begrudge him this; if he needs to spend $4000 a night to enjoy his vacation, well, okay.

Like David, I wake up at about 5:30. I enjoy a glorious sunrise, listen to roosters crowing, and may get to catch sight of a few deer.

My husband and I enjoy our morning coffee together (I make him a cappuccino in our fancy cappuccino maker) and we talk nonsense.

Most days (except in summer, when you can only walk in the early morning) are good for walking outside. I have an adorable but bratty little Maltese (his adoption was my 60th birthday splurge) and God is clearly punishing me for adopting from a breeder instead of from a shelter, because he is the worst dog in the world. I adore the little beast.

I take him on a daily walk, during which I carry him most of the way.

He has a knee problem which will need to be operated on, and will cost $3000 (luckily, we have a credit card).

After he gets his walk, I take myself on a walk where I feed carrots to my neighbors' goats and donkeys. I also take a walk to visit the cows, whom I adore, and whom I feed long weeds because they don't like carrots for some reason. I love hand feeding all these little angels.

The air out here smells sweet and sometimes a little smoky from all the fire pits and barbeque.

Twice a month I enjoy volunteering at the food bank (many volunteers also receive food from the food bank, and most of us are neighbors - there is very little economic segregation).

We laugh and joke and pray together, so I consider the food bank my church.

I love to bake, so I bring baked goods to share at the food bank, which is a lot of fun.

We have twice monthly farmer's markets and art sales and mini festivals at the town square.

My in laws helped us build an adorable shed in our backyard (which we need because our house is only 1100 square feet) and they give us free eggs from their chickens. (Many of my neighbors have chickens and they wander all over the street like they own the place).

I love to garden and we get explosions of wild flowers in the spring, and I even managed to grow a watermelon last summer.

We get so many butterflies that it feels like living in a Disney movie. And we get sharp red cardinals, and multicolored buntings, and tuft heads and finches and ground doves and so many beautiful noisy birds.

I have a salt lick in my front yard for the deer, and I put out feed for them every night.

And every night, they bless me with their presence. It never stops being a gift to see these graceful beings step timidly into my yard.

The Texas Hill Country is glorious, and I feel so privileged to live here.

Being rich is useless if you don't feel rich; and having more than enough money is no guarantee of happiness or personal "wealth".

From one rich person to another, Thank You for your post, David.

May you and your family enjoy continued health and happiness.

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Midlife Musings's avatar

As someone who became wealthy after selling our family business, I often have a hard time reconciling why me? I try to give back, stay normal and not take things for granted. I still don’t feel comfortable buying luxury items but will splurge on vacations and did buy a second home. I hate when people say things like white privilege or assume I haven’t struggled. Up until about 10 years ago, we were very middle class.. not sure what I’m saying but it can be hard wrapping your head around what it means to have wealth. Thanks for sharing your story. You are a talented writer.

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