LUXURY LIVING FOR LESS THAN YOU’D THINK

Luxury living starts with a mink coat and a diamond ring?

Of course it does, Dahling.

Why not add a private jet and mansions in different time zones?

George Clooney just moved to France with Brad Pitt nearby.

If you’re looking to live among the stars, this is your chance.

Is there any greater luxury? Is there?

Glad you asked.

Yes, there is a greater luxury than money fed, post code, living.

“We need a new beach house. No, make that the whole beach. Where can I buy a beach?”

Luxury living means consuming the most, owning the biggest, and leaving the mess for others to clean up.

If those are the rules, how close do you have to follow to join the luxury club?

 

Start With The Correct Perspective 

If you live in a basement apartment with no outdoor lighting, you might look just like you in that mirror.

But the mirror might show a better reflection when you’re looking from the Top of The Goss in Portland, Oregon?

I feel five times more attractive just thinking about it.

Don’t I look more like Mario Lopez than they guy looking back in the old man picture?

Speaking for all Portland Oregon baby boomers: We all want to look more like Mario.

But there’s another choice. Try looking like you.

You can’t buy that. It’s not for sale. But it’s a hard get as time passes.

Ask me how I know.

 

Start With A New Luxury Living Plan To Stay On Track

If you’re a writer with a plan to keep writing, you need a writer’s plan.

Show, don’t tell? Or . . .

The one on the left is an aspirational goal; the one on the right is why therapy for mental health is important.

Writers try and find their sweet spot somewhere in between with a lean toward the left side, the side with fewer tracks.

Everyone else gets tangled up on the wrong train going the wrong way to the wrong place, but don’t know it until they get there.

Then what?

“You know, it’s not that bad. Let’s stick around.”

Is that a plan for luxury living?

Call it a start. At least you’re looking around at things, some of which might need your help.

You know, fix it up with your personal style.

Once you get started, you need some security that you’re not getting worked by some unscrupulous contractor.

Do some research and start a blog of your ‘journey’ since everything can be a journey.

Weight loss journey? That’s blogging nirvana. The pictures are always dramatic.

Luxury living journey? That’s catnip for the boomer blogger wondering if they’ll ever feel like they are enough.

You’ll need a password to start so no one can steal your content.

Baby boomers know there’s a content thief behind every firewall, someone who wants it for free.

So make a strong password.

 

Boomerpdx, my voice of a generation, says it ain’t luxury living if you’re not complaining about the luxury.

The thread count on the sheets is too low; the lizard skin boots are too scaly; my luxury wardrobe is too expensive to bloat up and out of my luxury life.

Who says, “Don’t indulge me too much, bro.”

 

True Luxury Living. Can You Guess?

What’s more luxurious than living in a society that promotes education?

 

Math and reading correlates to science and literature, which leads to history.

I had med school roommates for a while who had impressive degrees in mico-biology.

More impressive was their suma cum laude graduation. I looked it up. There’s smart, then there’s smarter than everyone else smart.

That’s the doctor for me.

One of them said they had a classmate with a theology degree who got into medical school.

 

 

If I had to guess, I’d say the theology student had an exceptional interview.

Maybe they were a theater kid, or a music kid?

Call it a luxury to know there might be more than one hard-core grind to the top.

Do you know more about luxury than a brand name, an outlet store, or a cruise ship line?

What is your luxury living go to?

Mine is taking an open-ended walk in the woods that won’t stop with a time limit, or the wrong shoes.

It’s letting your kids know you care about them based on the time you spend with them.

True luxury is feeling the warm sun, hearing familiar voices, and joining in.

It’s understanding that life isn’t a chronicle of events from beginning to end, but a romp with leaps and bounds.

Leaps and bounds to you. Thanks for reading.