“Is this a dream? How did I become so lucky to have such an amazing guy? I literally don’t have to worry about a single thing!”
While it felt good to be treated as a “princess”, it made me extremely worried too. Mainly because I come from a hard-working family who spends money carefully. Like…
- buying things if they’re on sale.
- taking a 7-hour bus drive vs a 1-hour flight.
- cooking bulks of food to eat the rest of the week.
Would welcoming this royal treatment turn me into a lazy bum? A needy companion? Perhaps a stuck-up b**** who cares nothing more than shoes and nails?
I wasn’t sure how I’d turn out.
All I knew was, I started to fall hard for this prestigious lifestyle. And so I let it.
From left to right | Got a total makeover by professionals, shopping at Beverly Hills, dressing fashionably at parties
Until one day, it all fell apart.
By the time I returned back to my parent’s home, depressed and teared up, I was irritated — by EVERYTHING.
Why doesn’t the hot water come out instantly?
Why is my bed so stiff?
Why don’t we order takeout instead of eating last week’s leftovers?
Things that didn’t bother me back then suddenly became the downfall of my day. To the point where I just wanted to pack up and move.
But I couldn’t.
I had less than $2,000 in my bank. A crummy resume. No serious skills (except for cooking). Friends who’ve lost track of my existence. Worse of all, a shattered confidence that made me scared of doing things on my own.
I had become so used to someone taking care of me that I forgot what responsibility was. What stress was.
I knew if I didn’t start managing my own life, I would remain stuck where I was.
So I got a new job as a server.
I began weight-lifting and writing.
Good combo? Hm…
If I wasn’t sure about something, I googled it (instead of asking someone for help first).
Because when you’re spoiled, you stop trying in life. You stop learning to fix your own problems. Worst of all, you lose a part of yourself that you never discover.
That’s why I promised to never settle for a lifestyle where things are automatically given to or done for me. Because in the end,
Royal treatment can never be as fulfilling as accomplishing things for yourself.