I’ve recently been a bit down about our finances. We have enough but not much extra, are lucky to own a home (with a high interest mortgage needing refurbs we can’t quite afford), and have a good marriage and healthy gorgeous DCs. Much to be grateful for, I know. And yet at the end of the month I’ve barely got two pence to rub together, and i do find myself worrying as the cost of living continues to increase.
A dear friend just bought his first home, we went to uni together. I chose a caring career and he ended up in tech and became (literally) a millionaire. The home is stunning, been featured on blogs and architecture/design magazines. I congratulated him as I am happy for him, he’s worked hard to get where he is. We had a long chat and he told me he was proud too but really would love to have what DH and I have (love, family, fulfillment, he describes his work as empty) and that if he could trade it all in, he would. He’s one of my oldest friends and I don’t believe he’s being disingenuous.
It was a bit of lightbulb moment for me and made me realise how lucky I am and how much I have to be grateful for. It’s hard to relieve the stress of financial pressure but still helped me see it in a different way.
Can anyone else relate? I’d love to hear stories of being reminded to be grateful for what you have.