The Joy of Freedom

I have spent the days after my final exam immersed in a new book project. I feel as if I’ve come back to life after walking through the proverbial “valley of the shadow of death” (Psalm 23:4, Revised Standard Version).

A part of me had been dying and I had not even realized it. Bit by bit, with every shift, I had been killing the spark that makes me, me.

The joy I have experienced while I sit at my computer, adding words to a book that will help people instead of slaving away at a job whose only purpose was to enrich a snobbish fuerdai is immense.

To think I almost surrendered that, almost allowed myself to drown in a lifestyle of slavish obedience is horrifying.

And I was almost there. A single phone call would cause me to drop everything, to abandon my studies and my life just so that I could race around the store of a man who barely acknowledged my existence.

And for what?

It certainly wasn’t for money. Almost every single business in this area pays starting workers more than I received as management.

It wasn’t entirely for pleasure. While I adored my coworkers and cherished my customers, I didn’t enjoy soothing growing lines of impatient shoppers while my “superiors” played on their phones and gossiped nearby.

So why did I do it?

I honestly don’t know. Perhaps it was the fact that I am surrounded by people in this area that believe that one cannot survive unless one spends their days making other people richer.

Perhaps it was the fact that I felt lost as my daughter became an adult.

Perhaps it was the constant criticism that I “needed to grow up” and get a “real” job for a change.

Or perhaps it was the doubt that seeped in after years of hearing people tell me that I couldn’t make it.

In the end, the “why” really doesn’t matter.

What really matters is that I would not have been able to do what I did–quit that job in an instant–if not for minimalism.

Jessica Dang of Minimalist Student states on her website that one cannot be truly happy when trapped in the rat race. At her post on the above link, she explains how we have become a society defined by what we own as opposed to what we do.

She makes some valid points. If you’ve not heard of her, I encourage you to visit her site.

Because she’s right.

We cannot be happy slaving away to enrich others. How can we be happy when we’re so exhausted after a shift that we fall asleep as soon as we sit down on the couch?

How can we be happy when we’re forced to drop everything and race to a job that threatens us with financial disaster through termination every time we become ill or need some time off?

How can we be happy when our financial lives are directly tied to the hours we are allowed to work, when the only way to increase our income is to spend even more of our lives at one or more jobs just to survive?

Why? Why are we so convinced that we need to devote our lives to enriching others when we have so much more that we would rather do instead?

Is it to become wealthy?

If that is the case then we are all screwed, because very few people ever become wealthy by working a public job.

The Odd Thing About Wealth

The odd thing about wealth is that the wealthy don’t define their wealth by the amount of money they have in the bank. They define their wealth by the amount of free time they have to pursue the things that they love.

Based upon that metric I am truly wealthy. I was able to quit my job without a backward glance. My bills are all paid and I just spent a relaxing afternoon with my daughter at the local coffee shop.

I didn’t have to check my schedule.

I didn’t have to check my bank balance.

I didn’t have to do anything but get dressed and enjoy my day.

You can do that too, if you want.

6 thoughts on “The Joy of Freedom”

  1. Dear Annie,

    Have I ever mentioned I’m proud to know you, even if only oline? Well, I am!
    Have a wonderful day luv, and take care,

  2. Glad to have you back, Annie. In reading your blog posts about getting a public job, taking the manager’s position, thinking of buying a car, pursuing wealth, etc., I was sad because you were becoming just another cog in the corporate machine. I’m happy you woke up and recognized it.

    You recently wrote that we should all quit buying stuff as a way to fight back. I totally agree. Stop buying anything that isn’t essential and be sure to redefine essential as that which you can’t survive without. We have been duped into thinking we need all their stuff. We get ourselves into a money/debt/job trap.

    Let’s revive or build up the freecycle network, help each other with trade or, better yet, have a gift economy. It’s time for a revolution, a grassroots movement. I will support you, join you in your fight for freedom.

    The billionaires are getting angry about Elizabeth Warren’s and Bernie Sanders’ wealth tax, a lousy 2 or 3% on the billions they have. A tax that will help those who are sick and can’t work, who are battling the opioid drugs they became addicted to thanks to the greed of the Sacklers and others like them. A tax that will help more go to college to get better jobs. A tax that will pay our teachers more, that will better our public schools.

    No one needs a billion dollars. People say the economy has improved with Trump in office. Oh, really? How has your/my/their personal economy improved? Do you have more in the bank now than you did in 2015? Are you earning at least $15 an hour with full benefits, including a premium health care policy and pensions like the D.C. politicians have? I highly doubt it.

    We live in a world filled with greed and I am sick of it.

    We live in a world of greed and I am sick of it.

    1. Dear Essie,

      Thank you for such a passionate comment! Right now I feel I have been placed upon this earth for a reason–to show people that there is a better way. We don’t have to follow the path that society dictates. We don’t have to work hard until we fall down dead. We can choose to live life on our own terms.

      If I can accomplish that I will be content.

  3. I think part of the reason you (and others) drop everything and run after a single phone call. Is the need to be needed. I struggle a lot with this in my life. I must be important. They NEED me. I must mean something to them, they called on me. When in fact YOU are not important only the bottom line is.

    1. Hello Kelly!
      I believe that may be part of the reason, but behind that reason is the censure I received every time I refused to pick up the phone or go in upon demand. “We needed you last night. You should have answered the phone.” When I would refuse to answer the phone they would send someone to my house to retrieve me, so in many ways, I didn’t have a choice. After I insisted upon having at least one day a week to focus upon my college studies, I started receiving criticism for that decision. Why?

      Because I was expected to set my personal life aside for the sake of the business.

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