As I age, and my referral clients dwindle, I find my disposable income also gets smaller. Over the past 10 years I’ve had to give up several luxury items year by year. First, moving out of my luxury condo and giving up a dishwasher and a view.

Eventually, I’d given up a lot to find myself living in a basement apartment with a roommate that doesn’t like me. I pay for my laundry and my old used car with 300,000km on it isn’t starting.

For the first time in my life, I find myself living the public transit life. Surprisingly, at each stage of loss I’ve remained happy about it. 

These transitions to poverty have been new experiences and although I may not have welcomed them initially, I did not hate the change.

That’s my secret. I may have the gear if change, and the desire to avoid it if I can, but once the switch has been flipped, I embrace my new now.

Public transit isn’t do bad at all, and in many ways, I can see it as a positive change. It offers me things that a lone driver in my own car doesn’t. Perhaps the most significant of these is easy access to other people and their smiles.

I can feed off their joy and laugh at their minor inconveniences. I find it amusing when people over react to tiny things as if they were life altering problems.

Today I am on my way to an important meeting with a client and I got to sit and write and watch people instead of driving in stressful downtown traffic. I save myself $20 in parking fees, or more.

I also get to walk around downtown later, instead of getting in my car and coming home. No additional parking issues and with the new payment system, I can even get in and off as often as I please for one fair. I can shop at stores I’ve seen along the way but never pulled into using my car.

This is my stop. 

End of part 1.

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