This morning, I sat in the restaurant at my hotel, eating breakfast. I’ve stayed at this same hotel many times, and thus I couldn’t help but remember things I’d done in the past when staying here.
I remember spending money like it was water several times, going out to eat at ridiculously expensive places. In fact, they were often so expensive that my organization would refuse to reimburse me for the meals, meaning I’d have to pay them out of pocket.
I remember more than once having a credit card rejected on the hotel grounds. Three years ago (or so), I stood in the lobby here, fishing around in my wallet for a credit card that would work and enable me to pay my bill. I finally had to call a secretary at my place of employment and have that person read off a credit card number ot make it work.
I remember going shopping for souvenirs on my first trip here, buying a bunch of unnecessary junk for people that didn’t really want it.
I remember stopping by an ATM once, seeing that I had a large balance, and then using a chunk of it to buy overpriced sunglasses that I wore for about a week.
As I sat there this morning enjoying a reasonably priced breakfast buffet, sipping my orange juice and looking out at the California sun, I realized that I didn’t have any of those worries any more. This trip is actually enjoyable – I’m not worried about a credit card or checking account balance, and I’m not tempted to just go throw cash because I can (or have convinced myself I can). I now realize that I don’t need any of that stuff.
And it makes all the difference in the world.
I don’t think a bagel ever tasted so good.