For the last week or so, I’ve had the opportunity to practice poverty. My bank, unbeknownst to me, issued me a new debit card, and sent it to my permanent address which is about 1300 miles away from where I’m working. I learned this when my card was declined at a restaurant.
So, for the last week, I’ve been waiting to get that card mailed to me. In the interim, I’m pretty limited for funds and expenditures. There’s enough food in the apartment, and enough cash for gas, I’m not ‘needy’ for anything currently. But this particular exercise is non-optional, and that’s changed things.
Even though ‘I have money,’ I can’t get to it from 1300 miles away.
And I’m learning something different than when I “chose” such exercises in the past. Mainly, my concern about the state is greater. I’ve noticed I’m quicker to anger over financial matters, and I’m worried about the state of things.
I injured my ankle, and the thought that I’d need to be seen by the doctor caused me some anxiety. More so than I’m used to having about such things.
It’s clear to me that my progress on some of these issues is less than I would have speculated at a few weeks ago. Part of the stress, I’m sure, is obligations I’ve chosen, others count on my support. My ability to fulfill those obligations, however, is limited now by this situation.
It’s a good opportunity to re-evaluate my ‘goods’ and ‘evils.’ It’s an opportunity to separate the rhetoric from the reality. So, despite the fact that I’ve been distressed, I’m trying to turn the situation into a useful philosophical exercise.
Moral of the story: not all “practical exercises” are equal.