Alright. So I caught myself sliding down a finance-induced emotional black hole yesterday. The cause? The completely unanticipated three-figure car service that has stripped my holiday savings back to a meagre $17. I couldn't put the service on my credit card thanks a long history of over-excited and ill-thought out shopping (at least I look great and have an awesome range of Tupperware - right?).
It was that sort of hideously confronting moment where you realise that the control you once had over something is completely and utterly gone. I now have to face facts - I spend more than I earn, and now I have to give up the prospect of overseas holidays until I get back on top of things.
Then I caught a glimpse of my financial (and shopping) future. It was my father's past. A man who in one of his more monumental moments of retail therapy, bought a grand piano. It was then that the feeling of overwhelming dread slipped in.
So. I have now received my official kick up the financial bottom. This whole 'Conscious Spending' thing has become more than a lofty ideal. It has to become a reality. Otherwise, I will never get to go to on holiday to Maroochydore. Let alone India. So tonight I will snuggle up in bed with my freshly purchased book on Thrift, and remain open to inspiration.
