One very specific way I know I’m better off financially than my parents were is that I have all the Halloween decorations I can possibly want. I have an orange and black bin of lights, a cauldron of props, and a clear plastic bin that’s mostly bones and birds.
How do I know that even living in a million-dollar-home I retain the scarcity mentality taught to me by my parents, that was taught to them by their parents?
I have an orange and black bin of lights (many need troubleshooting to see which bulb is burnt out, so it can be replaced). I have a cauldron of random props (many of which are broken or missing parts). And I have a clear plastic bin that’s mostly dangerous wires sticking out of bones, and feathers that used to be on fake ravens or vultures. (This bin should probably get thrown out, and yet each year, I leave it in the garage).
Now you know the dirty little secret of my “millionaire” lifestyle. Millionaires have enough space to not throw things away.
In comparison, John Finnemore’s lifestyle sounds pretty good.
Trick or Treat!
What do you think?