It’s been one of those weeks, one of those months. Crazy crazy busy, but in a good way. Can’t resist telling the world, I got to see (or feel really, is a better word) the Bruce Springsteen concert in Brisbane, in the pit about 3 metres from the front (thank you Bill). One of those experiences you want to have in a life.
And I’ve finally ticked off the last of my 2012 New Year’s resolutions:
It’s had me thinking all week about what makes a life rich, what we call rich, and whether the two overlap at all. The tickets were expensive, and rural girl that I am, meant a trip to Brisbane. I feel very lucky – very very lucky – that I can afford it, but a big part of why I can afford it is that I don’t buy stuff. Hardly at all. It would be several years since I was last in a shopping mall.
The Bruce Springsteen concert tour will have a serious ecological footprint, and even local musicians with lights and amps and instruments will make a track. But it is nothing like the ecological cost of the same amount of money spent on stuff. An economy where economic growth requires more mining is an economy on amphetamines, and we all know how that’s likely to end. But an economy where economic growth means more music, art, theatre, science, research, education is in a healthy state.
And for an individual, the richness of life is in what you do, not what you have. The good part is that doing richness costs the earth a tiny fraction of having richness. It’s another of those elegant congruences, where a good life and a good life are the same thing.