I love coffee. There’s no argument there.
Here in the midwest, if you want a cup of coffee you have a few options..
First: Brew your own.
Second: Go to a gas station or fast food restaurant for a cheap cup of crappy coffee.
Third: Go to Starbucks. Or Dunkin Donuts. Or Caribou. Or whatever franchise happens to be closest to your house.
From what I can tell, more often than not, many people (especially in my generation) opt to take the third choice.
Now let’s shift a little here, and talk about just what you would expect from someone who is currently raising funds… money.
How much does that coffee cost?
Depending on how fancy you want to get… Two dollars? Three? Five?
I know myself. I know that if I walk into a Starbucks, I’m going to be spending anywhere from $3 to $5, depending on how I’m feeling that day. So lets run with the middle man here…
Let’s say I’m going to spend $4 each time I go to Starbucks.
Now, how often am I going? If you’re lucky… or unlucky enough to have a Starbucks just feet from where you work (as I do) this number tends to be pretty high. If I work five days a week… I may go to Starbucks two to three times in that week.
Let’s be conservative and go with the latter. Twice a week.
So that is $8 a week at Starbucks.
$32 a month
$192 in 6 months
$384 in a year
But let’s not forget the few shopping trips that *Necessitated* a drink.
Let’s round that to a minimum of $400.
This is ridiculous. I’m not saying that coffee is bad. Like I said at the beginning, I love coffee. But maybe, just maybe, a good thing has become a monster. Think of all the things $400 could do in America. How about in a third world country?
Now I may have lost some people. They may have thought, “Here she goes.. on a guilt trip so I’ll give her money.”
No, that’s not it.
Two months from today, I will begin The World Race. So, of course, my mind is in this place. In two months, I will leave everything I know with just a backpack. Of course this massive change coming is affecting me and my view of what is truly important. I can’t help but think about the things in my life that really don’t matter.
I don’t know where I’m going with this… or if any of this matters to any of you reading it.
I’m not trying to guilt you into anything. These are just my thoughts… and I’m writing them where I was told to..
Why are we so caught up in what we can buy, or what we’re wearing, or what coffee we’re drinking? Why does any of this matter?
“For the next year, I choose to abandon life as I know it for a life that is no longer about me and what I want. I choose to sacrifice my comfort, my time, my energy, my plans, and my money to live a life of service”
I wrote that a little more than two months ago.
But this is about so much more than just “the next year.” This is about my life…
I choose to abandon life as I know it for a life that is no longer about me.
How 'bout you?
