Years ago, after I turned 30, I decided that absolutely nothing was more important to me than to travel. It became, for me, the primary criteria by which every purchasing decision was made: “Does this get me closer to an airplane?” If the answer was no, then I at least paused before proceeding.
The upshot of this discipline is that I was able to go to Europe twice a year, spending about 3 weeks there in total each year. My co-workers exhibited a constant combination of annoyance, jealousy, and just plain incomprehension as to how this could be done.
- As soon as I got a cell phone, I disconnected my land line.
- Packed lunches.
- Coffee from the free office coffee maker, rather than the expensive cafe downstairs.
- No cable television.
- A library card.
- Lots of walking.
- Buffing my nails rather than paying someone else to paint toxic chemicals on them.