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A great life...

I used to frivolously spend money. If I saw it and wanted it I got it- even if it meant racking up the credit card bill. One day I realized that all these things were temporary. They didn't make for great stories or conversations. They got me minimal compliments. And they didn't make me feel their worth in the long run. My mindset changed. I am now (and hopefully forever will be) a huge advocate of EXPERIENCES over possessions.
Spend money on life experiences, not everyday objects. 
Of course, there are necessities- food, clothing, shelter.
But do you need 5 pairs of leggings? 
Not until one gets a hole!
How about 5 different heels? Not until the heel breaks on one!
Do you need to breath fresh mountain air while gliding down the side of the mountain on a board or skies? Do you need to feel the exhilaration, the adrenaline? Do you need to feel the accomplishment of not falling, or getting back up after a fall? Do you need to know you have good motor skills enough to maneuver the mountain successfully? Do you need to feel successful?
How about that trip to Costa Rica where you stayed at a yoga farm (instead of an expensive resort) and went hiking and jumped into a waterfall? How about that trip to Italy where you backed all your belongings in a backpack and hopped on high-speed trains so you could spend each night in a different region, a different historic town? How about that spring break you took your kids to Disneyland so they could meet all of their favorite characters in person? Did they react differently than when they unwrapped the doll version of that same character?

Do you see the difference in the gift of an experience and the gift of... a thing? A thing that could break one day or be tossed aside?

Memories last a lifetime <3 Make as may as you can!

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