Ten years ago I passionately adopted a vow of poverty. That wasn't hard. I was in six-figure debt. My business had tanked. And in therapy I admitted that it was the hunger for more more more that got me into the pickle I was in. Download Geezerguts.
To get that 800-pound gorilla off my back, for good I assumed, I would live an almost monastic existence. The biggest expense was for maintaining the dog and five cats which dated back to more more more. Aside from the vet bills, brandname eats like Fancy Feast, grooming, and litter, the bills coming in were minimal. I even felt it was a lucky break when my car was stolen. One less major expense.
But, time passes. Debt gets paid off. Lucrative ghostwriting assignments piled up. My behavior remained aligned with the vow of poverty. As for my mind, that has been another story.
I longed for a vacation home in Rhode Island. In addition, what about one in Spain also? For hours weekly I researched that on the web. I could feel it: the return of more more more. It has taken a year of meditating (my mantra was "I have everything I need"), chatting things up with a spiritual counselor, and having flashbacks of 2003 to slow down my mind.
As I approach the anniversary date of my meltdown from more more more I feel shaky. No, I am not confident that I can hold onto Lessons Learned.