I feel like lately people have been making a big deal about how much "stuff" I have. Yes, I have collected a fair amount of material possessions in the many years I have lived away from home.
I don't care about any of it. Not one bit.
Sometimes I sit in my room and look at my stuff and I realize that money and "things" definitely don't buy happiness. I didn't grow up in the lap of luxury and I always hated hearing "money doesn't buy happiness". It made me mad! As a dorky, poor middle schooler I wanted more than anything to have cool clothes, not hand-me-downs or stuff from Goodwill.
Now that I'm in a more comfortable position with my finances, I completely understand the meaning of the phrase. I would trade it all - my closet full of clothes, my furniture, everything - to have what I truly want. Relationships with people matter. A shirt will never make me as happy as my family and friends.
I'm happy being me and I know that my things don't define me, except to reflect what a hard worker I am. Get to know me, don't only see my stuff and judge me based on your perception.
Get to know Rachel.