I clearly remember how amazed I was by this one customer I had when I worked in wireless retail about ten years ago. (Hated it).
This one customer in particular would frequently show up at my store, and ask a bunch of questions about his phone service, and to pay his bill.
Id describe his appearance as “slightly upscale but DEFINITELY casual”.
An average framed guy. mid 30’s, with a happy -go-lucky demeanor.
He stood out among my typical customers who often were rushed & not very “social”- just had to be some where else….
He was always pleasant, never in a rush & seemed to have all the time in the world.
For the purpose of this essay, I will refer to him a DUDE.
At that time in my life, his contentment kinda pissed me off.
So, does this guy WORK?
Hows he pay all his bills?
Must be NICE to just float through your day, doing what ever the hell you “feel like”!?
The more I got to know him, the more I liked him. (but was still a bit pissed off).
How can he be SO HAPPY? (While I’m miserable!)
Here’s some things I learned about Dude from our conversations.
– for a living, he was a Realtor.
-He lived in town .
-He Rented an inexpensive apartment.
-He worked in town.
-He could walk to his office, & usually did- that is when he “worked”.
(Maybe 20 hours a week?)
-He owned one car. Outright. A 10 year old small car.
As much as I liked him, The old me sadly, quietly still judged/labeled him….
-He could work more hours, harder! (Like I HAD TO).
He had a happiness that, at the time I didn’t think I could EVER achieve.
Seems he had a meaningful life (?)
During this period in my life, If I “lost” a even few hours of work
Id be fielding calls from all the lenders I would fall behind with.
Most everything in my life was a owed by a bank.
I was in debt, and I was really good at it!
I had two full time positions in life at that time:
1) A worker in wireless communications.
2) And a debt slave.
Just a few years later I played the role as a Realtor.
(Notice I did not say Became a Realtor? I stayed ME.)
I put up with the total bullshit of that profession for a year.
Wasn’t for me! (enough said).
During that long, sucky year, I often thought of Dude.
Why the hell was HE so happy in this field that I enjoy about as much
as being repeatedly electrocuted?
I still struggled to understand his happiness.
Several years later, my lifestyle revolution began.
Over the span of about five years, I changed fields,found a (part time) job that I loved, sold the house that was killing me both financially & emotionally, moved to an affordable apartment in my favorite small city, paid off the car and later sold it .
For the first time in my life was now debt free!
As man , I AM HAPPY.
I have time. free time. Lots of free time.
I CAN verify IT IS NICE to just “float through your day, doing what ever the hell you feel like”!
Years later- I finally understand Dude!
I finally understand something I know he did…..years before.
That Happiness really is not the result of more shiny things, status, money, jobs, cars., iPhones, or even long work hours.
Now I understand something of incredible value.
That Happiness is the beautiful byproduct of a meaningful life.
(You can call me DUDE)