Goals are good things because they help you measure success. They also help you measure failure.
I logged onto my bank account this weekend and I saw that I had earned $4.12 interest in my savings account.
For the entire year of 2009.
*banging head on computer desk*
We have maintained a very strict budget for several years. In fact, it’s so tight, it’s almost impossible to comply with, but the striving for it keeps us much closer to our goals. If I could only list the many areas in which I feel we have measured great restraint (would you like to see my wardrobe? or our dinner menus the last week of the month?), and yet . . .
The good news is, we’ve managed to steer clear of consumer debt (and pay off any minor lapses in judgment before falling prey to interest and fees) and always pay our bills.
The bad news is . . . well, we’re not rich. And I’m ticked.
I just wrote that because that’s how I feel sometimes, and writing it out makes me realize how stupid it is. My version of “rich” is this: to have money piled up in savings so whenever I really want to buy something (or travel somewhere— that’s usually the big one for me), there are funds just sitting there waiting to be used. And I’m not kidding when I say that there are about eleventy-billion times that I have wished I could anonymously help someone out or bless someone’s life with money. I would love to be some secret benefactress and go about stealthily doing good while still living the most normal lifestyle and never being suspected. Is that weird?
Anyway, money stuff makes me crazy. Not because things are horrible (Good heavens, we’re blessed!), but because it seems so HARD to get to that place where you feel “ahead.” And the fact that Matt’s law school student loan payments start kicking in this month pretty much seals the fate on $4.12 interest for a few more years to come.
So maybe I should change my focus to the fact that we are lucky to have all we do have and we are able to pay our bills. Maybe I should realize that sticking to our budget has prevented us from a lot of pain and worst-case scenarios rather than squelching all my dreams. Maybe I just need to take a deep breath and eat a Toblerone.
This is a dumb post. It doesn’t even really have a point or ask any specific questions. But I already spent too much time typing it, so it stays. And I’m not a bitter or unhappy person, I promise. I just kind of unleash a little monster inside of myself when I start thinking about budgets.
p.s. Your response to my post for book requests ROCKED. Man, what are all you educated people doing reading my blog when you have so many books on hand?! I am so excited to add them to my request list at the library and get reading. I shall probably finish your recommendations in the Spring of 2017.