Does It Even Matter?

 So yes, with nothing else to do, I spent much of yesterday looking up different trips to Seattle. From 1 week to 3 months. I even looked up summer jobs.

I think for the most part, I'm not really that interested in spending summer there. It would just be a May-mid-June thing at most. 

In the end does it even matter?

There's nothing really to base the decision on. So then when I'm not sure, I try to go biblical. Obviously, God doesn't want me to go hoe it up in Seattle for a summer. And then there's this idea that I am going to be sent a partner next Fall. So there's that.

I mean I want to go because these empty days are a) boring and b) feel like a limited time offer.

I just want to make the most of it, you know. 

Although my asset value is dwindling since hitting my FIRE number briefly, I still consider myself leanFIREd. So I have likely just a few years left in the workplace. That's good, but that also means, I have just a few years left to make frivolous purchases.

I'd kind of mentally thought the next 2 years would be my time to loosen up these purse strings, not just for frivolous things but to replenish old things and make big necessary purchases. 

So that's kind of the motivation for the trip to Seattle - it feels silly and fun. I've found the sweet spot with workload, money, and time. It just feels like a wasted opportunity not to take full advantage.

That and being quarantined for 2 years and frugal for 4 and alone for 6. I just want to live out loud again.

That's not something I always feel.

But in the end do any of these little decisions even matter. Does it matter that I took those international trips 3 year ago? Maybe then, but not now. 

I got a notification that they're charging my card for the rest of my Boone trip on Friday. Not sure how I feel about it. I have to make up my mind soon though.