“Are you doing okay?” Lisa asked as I watched my Yukon Denali being driven off by the gal who bought it from me. Lisa knew how much I loved that truck and I’m sure she wanted to make sure I wasn’t on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Without missing a beat, I replied with this:

I’d rather love what I do than love what I drive.

As much as I loved my Denali [pictured above], it was just a truck. It didn’t (and couldn’t) provide any long term satisfaction for me. In a few short years, it would be “old” and would begin to be a financial drain on us.

There’s nothing wrong with nice cars. I like nice cars. Lisa and I had made a choice though – we wanted to scale back our lifestyle so that I could pursue full time entrepreneurship and self-employment. The truck was the last hold out in the string of things being sold off.

It was also that last piece of debt that we had and, to tell you the truth, it felt great. The payment on that thing was oppressive. We had already sold our house, paid off our credit cards, sold my motorcycle, paid off our other car (which we still have), cut up our credit cards, and moved into a two-bedroom apartment which we lived in for a year.

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