Scrolling through the Mo’ Money, Mo’ Progress Instagram feed I found myself noticing a common trend. There are a lot of posts of people with luxury items. Watches, cars, expensive clothes, vacations, and pretty much anything with a hefty price tag. Usually when I see these pics I double tap without thinking or just scroll by without really giving them much thought.
After writing my post about my Quarter Century Crisis I’ve started to really think about the things that I want to work toward and figure out my future. With a generation that is very social media savvy, it’s common to find our feeds saturated with the fancier things in life. Unfortunately I am one of the people who can’t (yet!) afford these things. Seeing them everyday surprisingly started to wear me down.
I began to envy these people who posted pictures of things I would never have. Looking at these photos made the green-eyed monster rage inside of me. I started looking around at the things I owned and began to resent them. Thinking back to all the money I have spent needlessly instead of saving it and padding my bank account to buy something Instagram-worthy began to eat away at me.
What brought me back down to Earth was when I purchased my Premium Pass to FanExpo. FanExpo is a convention of all things nerdy held in Toronto. This will be my fourth year in a row attending the con. When you buy your tickets you have a choice of Deluxe, Premium and VIP passes. After staring at a world of WANTS on Instagram I was incredibly tempted to buy a VIP pass that cost almost $600. I wanted to buy it, not because it was something that I would cherish and enjoy, but because I felt like it would make me feel better about my current situation.
Yep, I thought spending $600 would make me feel whole. That having an unfulfilling job, paying off student debt, and trying to figure out my future would all disappear if I bought a VIP pass. I was literally one click away from dropping $600 when I realized how ridiculous that was. Spending money wasn’t going to solve my #moneywoes and it definitely wasn’t going to help me figure out my quarter century crisis.
So instead I opted for the Premium pass, which was at a price that wouldn’t give me heart palpitations the next time I looked at my credit card statement. What I took away from this moment of clarity was that seeing all of these people living extravagant lives and being able to afford all of their WANTS can get to you. Whether or not you let your envy tear you down is a whole other thing.
Everyone is successful in different ways, and unfortunately we currently judge it by how many likes your picture gets. From now on, I’ve decided to keep it real. If I do post I want to make sure it’s something that brings joy and creates a dialogue between people that’s more than just, “Oooh I wish I could be there/have that.”
Let’s keep it real,