I have read too many Chicken Soup For The Soul books lately. It is starting to affect the way I think. I am becoming too positive. Too soulful. Too grateful to be alive—too everything.
I can’t shake the story of a Chinese couple who lived in the back of a relative’s bakery for years, eating only buns and other bakery items to save money to buy their business. They could only wash in a tiny sink.
I have been reading word press sites like Frugal Endeavors, that tell you how to live simply while saving money. I have also been enjoying Cooking on a Bootstrap. Her blog has great money-saving tip like—
I have also been clipping coupons and googling how to save money, but I feel a more drastic approach is necessary. Some sites annoyingly tell me things like, “buy second-hand clothes and cook your own meals” ( a bit obvious and it doesn’t seem to be working). Moving to a big city has its challenges, especially raising a family here. How can a normal family reduce their expenses without moving into the back of a store, although, at this point, I think I would, if someone offered.
Some things in life are too hard to fight against like the ennui one feels after reading too many inspirational stories. And knowing that no matter how many coupons you clip your grocery bill will always be higher than you had bargained for. So I decided to return all of my Chicken Soup For the Soul books to the library. They were inspiring, but I felt a bit bad after reading them.
Plus, I don’t think I can convince my family to eat only dried out buns and to bathe like birds in a tiny sink.
But I won’t lose my sense of gratitude. That’s why I still enjoy those books. They remind me to be grateful for the little things, like knowing how to play Heart and Soul on the piano forty years after learning it. It sticks with you—
like thankfulness and appreciating the small things.