Back when I was in grad school, I had a gross salary of $11,000 for the entire school year. I made a little more during the summer months but not much more. It didn’t matter, though, because I never felt like I was missing anything. I had enough money to cover all of my needs and most of my wants (credit cards helped out with the rest but we won’t go there). I even had a small savings account and was able to pay for two spring break trips in cash (Cancun and Jamaica). When I reflect on how I was able to have so much on so little, it all comes back to one main point–lower expectations.
When you’re 22, 23, 24, the expectations that you and others place on you are less. You’re expected to live in a crappy apartment outfitted entirely in hand-me-downs. You’re expected to have a roommate. You’re expected to live on Ramen and pasta and beer. You’re expected to drive an not-so-nice car. You’re expected to have a crappy, low paying job.
I did all of these. And I loved every minute of it! I had my own apartment, shared with a roommate, which was supercheap, included most utilities and was on my school’s bus line (however, I either walked or used my car. The bus was utterly unreliable. But it was nice to know that it was available). I spent maybe $35 every two weeks on food. I went out with friends a lot more than I should have but we always found cheap ways to do it. There was not one minute that I thought there was anything wrong with my life. Then I graduated.
Upon graduation, I took a job paying almost 3x what I was making as a grad student. All of sudden, my crappy apartment with used furniture seemed beneath me. My taste in food and bars suddenly went up. So I adjusted my lifestyle and choices to accommodate my new salary for no other reason than now that I was a working adult and not a student. What was expected of me had changed. I was now expected to behave like a grown-up, with all the trappings that go with it (except for the car payment. I was able to avoid that for another 3 years). Reflecting back on it, I don’t know why that piece of paper saying I graduated also came with instructions for how I was expected to spend my money. But it did. And I acquiesced because I didn’t know what else to do.
It never ceases to amaze me how certain milestones imply increased spending and lifestyle adjustments. I would love to know why, as we get older, we feel so much pressure to up our expectation for our lives. What would happen if we didn’t? Would our lives really fall apart? Would our families stop loving us?
Believe me, I understand that as we get older and take on more responsibilities, it’s nice to have more income. And it is nice to have the money to afford “nicer” things. But sometimes, the stress that comes with more income just isn’t worth it. There are some days I truly don’t like the expectations that I own a home (which I do), should have more kids (which I can’t), or have plenty of money for nice furniture or restaurants or vacations or whatever society (and my parents) has decided I should have. I’m not one for making judgments about others; I find it ironic that I let the judgment of others influence the expectations for myself.
Though, I will say, it is nice to sit on my own furniture.
Has increased income changed your expectations for yourself?