A two-bedroom apartment. Two cars. Enough wedding china to serve two dozen people.Yet Tammy Strobel wasn’t happy. Working as a project manager with an investment management firm in Davis, Calif., and making about $40,000 a year, she was, as she put it, caught in the “work-spend treadmill.”
So one day she stepped off.
Yesterday, I saw an episode of Oprah on nuns and convents. Of course, there was the amusement over that monastic value—abstinence—but essentially, it boiled down to how nuns are liberated from materialism and other worldly things by volunteering themselves to sisterhood.
Early this morning, I read this from Jessica Zafra’s blog:
What passes for dreams these days? Eight, nine out of ten people dream of becoming fabulously wealthy so they can live in total comfort and buy every luxury the mass media says they want. Quantitatively that’s a big dream, qualitatively it’s puny. It’s just an exaggerated version of survival, with designer trimmings.
And now, that New York Times article I quoted above. (And prior to all this, that idea of simplifying one’s wardrobe down to the most basic and essential.)
I feel bloated and my head hurts.