Lately, I’ve been thinking of things and how much they’re worth in terms of the number of articles I have to write in order to purchase them. I’ve signed up for additional writing tasks at work for a little extra money (I’ve been eyeing a new camera, among other things), and I’ve been judging things based on my capacity to work for them, or to see if they’re worth buying. If I see something I like, say, a watch, I take a look at its price and mentally compute: 3 articles. It will cost me an article to take a cab ride home from Makati. A fancy dinner can cost me a couple of articles. A smartphone demands a lot more: 20-30 unique, high-quality content articles.
My mantra these days is “I don’t need it, I don’t need it” to keep myself from buying unnecessary stuff. Define necessary, though. What if you can really live without them but having them actually makes you feel better, and uh, motivates you to keep on working? Isn’t your well-being important? There are times when retail therapy is all you need, and the regret that comes later is all part of the cycle: “I’m never going shopping on impulse again.” And then you go back to work.
And now I go back to work.
My mantra these days is “I don’t need it, I don’t need it” to keep myself from buying unnecessary stuff. Define necessary, though. What if you can really live without them but having them actually makes you feel better, and uh, motivates you to keep on working? Isn’t your well-being important? There are times when retail therapy is all you need, and the regret that comes later is all part of the cycle: “I’m never going shopping on impulse again.” And then you go back to work.
And now I go back to work.