My short take on what being rich means

Taking a break from all things career talk and other professional related thinking.

Todays story starts with a spontaneous trip to a spa hotel because I was bored and in dire need of a change in scenery. We booked this beautiful suite that we probably couldn’t afford (impulse buying at its finest) and off we went.

We arrived at the well-kept hotel and proceeded to check in. They hospitality staff were all suited and booted. The air smelled of class. I’d arrived with my hair up, baggy jeans a t-shirt that said “look me in the eyes and tell me you love me”. Safe to say I was not their usual clientele.

As we checked into our suite, all I could think of was “this is WAY TOO much space for two people” and thus sparked the debate of the evening. The suite itself was clean, spacious and had everything you wanted and more. It had a huge free stranding bathtub in the middle of the room and a shower tucked away. A TV in one side of the open plan and another on the other. A sofa, a dining table, mini fridge, wardrobe and of-course a king-size bed. I ran the bath as my husband glanced over the room service menu.

Being Rich is usually associated with luxury, power, wealth but what does all of that actually mean? I pondered as the bubbles in the bath rose.

I think I came to the conclusion that being rich means buying space. More space on transport. More space on land. More “space” in a decision. Yeh it’s not perfect because the it doesn’t fit all circumstances/situations but I think for the most part the theory makes sense. Sorry my fellow potatoes, it isn’t profound and nor is it new thinking but its a thought that’s stayed with me for a few days so I’ve decided to write it. Its got me thinking where I want more “space”.

I know many of us would say “yes” to bigger homes and cars but I think that’s where we need to take a beat and think about where in our lives do we want more “space”. I’m an avid fan of little luxuries and treats for oneself but I don’t think its a life I could sustain. A big hotel suite was great but had I not had my husband or any company to share that with, I could see how quickly it would become lonely. Even with the love of my life, I’d spent a bit of time on these thoughts. It made me wonder how much gets lost in these spaces.

I don’t have an ending for this because I’ve decided to think some more on it.

Until I pick up the keyboard again,

CP x