Luxury is not a meal, restaurant or hairpin. The real luxury is living as you feel comfortable. In convenient booty. With the color of the lipstick that you like, or without lipstick at all. There is food that you like, to tremble, with whom it is warm, to be together for love, and not out of a sense of debt. Learn to refuse from unnecessary. From what has become obsolete. Worn out. And take care of what you like. My girlfriend’s 5-year-old daughter visits her whole little life with her spoon. She can afford the luxury of eating the spoon she likes. Her mother is very shy, every time she tries to make excuses. And I began to take my own appliances and utensils with me on picnics, because I do not like to eat from plastic. And I do not care what others think about it. A luxury life is not “you are worth it.” It's about the fact that this thing is worthy of you. Cup donated by sister. Dad's T-shirt, which is so cozy to fall asleep. Mom’s recipe. Kiss a loved one. Interesting books. Good films. The same songs. Fresh bedding. Clean apartment. The life you chose yourself. And a luxurious life is not to devour oneself when something goes wrong. Tights can tear. Dough may not work. Friends may not want to watch your favorite movie. A loved one can leave. You may not get promoted at work. Anything can happen. If something doesn’t work out for you, it doesn’t affect your value. This means that just now everything is not going the way you want. Luxurious life means having a choice. Darn torn tights or buy new ones. Throw away the cake and order sushi or try to bake the cake again. Watch a movie alone or go with friends in a cafe. Let go or fight. Search for a new job or revise your goals on the old. A luxurious life is living by your own rules. Go to your goals. Do not seek excuses. Do not be comfortable. Do not make excuses for your choice, your dreams, your interests. Say: "This is wrong with me." And say: "I can do this."