Transparent Tuesdays

Issue 156

You guys,

I have a life coach now, which feels like a very rich person thing to have. 

I love having a life coach and love talking about the work I’m doing with her, but only with certain people. 

Definitely not my family. 

When Mom and Dad came to visit us for the first time at our home in North Carolina, I cringed when the landscapers arrived and pathetically attempted to shut the curtains so they couldn’t see.

Yes, we have landscapers. We also have a cleaning lady and an EightSleep mattress pad. We buy our steak from the local butcher. And I will buy an $11 smoothie whenever I feel like it. 

This is a stark contrast to my past paycheck-to-paycheck self, when I prided myself on the fact that I had little money (technically negative money because of debt, but, you know, debt schmebt), and didn’t have parents to dig me out of any holes because they were too busy shoveling their own dirt.

I even held a bit of disdain for people who did have money, especially if it wasn’t earned and their parents easily provided for them. Those people didn’t know what it meant to work hard. Those people didn’t know what it was like to live in a house with three dudes and 300 cockroaches and eat pasta with cheese out of a green can every night for dinner.

My mom’s sister married a rich guy. I always considered my aunt and uncle to be in an unhealthy relationship. There have been countless threats of divorce over the years. Maybe because of their unhappy marriage, Mom spoke often of my aunt’s rich status, always in a negative way. One time my aunt bought crab legs for her son’s birthday dinner and didn’t even look at the price. 

If I bought crab legs for George’s birthday dinner I wouldn’t look at the price either. Because I’m a rich person now, too.

What kind of person does that make me? Certainly not unhappy and miserable. Quite the opposite. Being rich is a wonderful freedom and privilege. I don’t worry about bills, or car troubles, or house maintenance, or the cost of a family trip. 

Having a life coach feels like a luxury because it is. 

But let’s just keep that between us, at least for now. 

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Bleecker Bombs

A new episode is out! 

I did something so stupid this week and felt like a real idiot, so, naturally, I wanted to tell you all about it. 

Listen to the episode on overcast.fm, Spotify, or Apple Podcasts.

I want to hear from you! Have you ever done something so dumb that just thinking about it makes you want to crawl under your sheets and disappear?? 

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Until next week,

Charlie