Living in Los Angeles, I realized success means different things to different people. That’s okay! Everyone has the right to have their own success meter that works for them.
Unfortunately, the majority of people I ran across are totally caught up in material. Not only is it how they gage their own success, but how they gage value in others.
This is where the disconnect comes into play for me. I’ve always been more Holly from the Hood than Hollywood! That’s that P.A. blood in me.
Yes, I was raised in Oak Park and went to Westlake High School, but as soon as I got my driver’s license you could find me in South Central. It wasn’t rebellion, as “People” called it. It was a sense of home, love, and food, which equates happiness to me. To me success is just that: Happiness!
I know a shit ton of financially wealthy people who are Happy poor!
This taught me that yes, finances are extremely important especially as a parent, but that’s not based on what kinda car you drive. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ma car girl and love my Ferraris, but a $1,500 car note when you don’t own property to impress someone is just plain stupid. My biggest flex to date is I’ve never had a car note. I drive sensible cars that I can pay for, that get me where I need to go and home. I’ve gotten clowned a lot for my choices. I drove a Toyota Camry for 13 years and it was the best choice I ever made. Others felt I wasn’t cool enough because my peers were in Benzs and BMWs. But when I sat behind the wheel of my XLE with that Gold Package, the fact I was able to buy myself a high school graduation present with cash was everything to me! You can’t tell me I wasn’t the shit! Now again, for ME that’s success.
I will never forget in my early 30s, I had a friend/foe who tried to clown me about my big screen TV, she was like, “Where’s your Plasma?”
I looked at her and laughed.
First, I don’t even watch TV.
Second, she lived down south, so she could get a flat screen from Walmart for $200.
Third, she was on section 8 and fed her kids with food stamps. For her that was her gage for success. That was okay, but my lane isn’t hers. Then, she tried to clown me about how I was driving an old ass car. At the time, my 350z was 4 years old.
I said, “This car is brand new. My last I kept for 13 years… You don’t even know me.” Bottom line, the friendship wasn’t evenly yoked and that’s OKAY, but I wasn’t about to let her Gage on my Success or waver my happiness.
The biggest joke about LA is you see a lot of broke folks in a Benz living paycheck to paycheck. For them, that’s success: Car Note & Rent!