I believe in a few nice things. A few nice friends. A few favorite places.
Life is simpler when you live it with the mindset of quality versus quantity.
Awful Ex believed in treating your "nice things nice" like any blue-blooded WASP should. His family owned beautiful antiques, treasured heirlooms that they brought over on the Mayflower, and believed that a little hole in a cashmere sweater added character. I appreciate this. As a Jew, I can say, this nouveau riche bullshit is getting old.
I have stopped shopping at Forever 21 and H&M. I am not young. I should be able to afford a few nice things to wear. My life is so much easier now that I own clothes that fit, look tailored, and are perfectly suited for all of my destinations.
I have never believed that tons of friends brings tons of happiness. This was a huge issue for Awful and me. He sees the good (or how he can personally benefit) from ALL social situations. He would rather hang out with a murderer than be alone. I find spending time with people I hate to be exhausting. So much so, that if I feel like I really don't care for you and you want to be my client, I make it very hard for you to book with me. I just know that down the road, I am saving us an awkward conversation.
There are 6 friends in this entire world that I truly love and care about. I am deeply grateful for this.