In a previous post, I wrote about my resolution for the new year: budgeting and writing. It’s a two birds, one stone kind of situation that I’m hoping will make both things more interesting… at least for myself, if not for my readers who may find the whole affair a terrible slog to get through, or a tragicomedy of the best kind. We’ll see.
I was debating on what to call this journal of sorts. Since my finances, money, and my budget won’t be the only topic I write about this year, I had to think of a(n interesting) way to differentiate my money diaries from other posts. Of course, I couldn’t well call it “Money Diary” because Refinery 29 has that. Number Crunchers sounds weird, and I’m not really crunching numbers… or am I? Whatever.
Scratchpad sounded good, but there’s a publication on Medium that has that name so couldn’t steal that. Money Pad? Money Bag? Piggy Bank Woes?
Empty Wallet Diaries. Or just, “Empty Wallet” plus the post number. That sounds good, right? Technically, my literal wallet is empty, and my actual bank account is always on the verge of empty so it seems fitting. Over time, the wallet will be less empty, but the name works on so many levels so let’s go with that, shall we?
Welcome to Empty Wallet — a segment of my blog in which I explore my finances, budgeting woes and successes, and my relationship with money (remember, we’re going to be BFFs by the end of this). I hope you laugh and cry with me, and if you feel like you’re dying to give me some kind of unsolicited advice, by all means, shoot. That’s what the comments section is for. I cannot guarantee that I’ll take your advice or even respond.
So without further ado, let’s get talkin’ money.
I actually started the process of revisiting my finances in December — a preparatory process for 2018 so to speak so I can jump right in from day one.
Habits aren’t formed overnight, so this preparation for 2018 was a smart move on my end. I sat with my S.O. and crunched some numbers to determine just how bad my spending habit was. It’s bad~~~~ After a momentary self-destructive, inner tantrum, I continued on: okay, well, clearly this is unacceptable. How to proceed?
We went over my existing budget scheme, and compared it with the new one I made for this year. Tweaks were needed. Next was a list of banned items. It was ultimate austerity time. I thought the banned items list would be difficult to deal with but it proved to be surprisingly less of an issue than the spending calculations. Yeah, okay. No coffee shop Americanos. No buying lunch. Stick to a grocery list. No random purchases without evaluating needs vs. wants vs. desires. In short: no impulse purchases.
I’m the worst impulse spender I know, and it’s my way of coping with stress. So the ban on impulse purchases, while seems straightforward, sent a jolt of anxiety to my inner self. What am I going to do when I’m stressed and I need to do something?
The week of work I had in December, before the company’s scheduled vacation days, I noticed a significant increase in coffee consumption. As you can imagine, that’s not very good for someone who has generalized anxiety, so I started swapping some of the coffee for herbal tea, and plain water. I also noticed that I was eating out of my coworker’s candy bowl a lot more than is healthy or necessary. I probably gained a pound just from those handfuls of mini Snickers and Milky Ways.
The only saving grace in this initial setup was holiday scheduling. Being at home with no junk food to entice my habit of eating out of boredom, I was in better control of curbing my consumption — monetarily and food-wise. Of course, I’m not convinced that I’ve been eating less in general.
Our new grocery shopping schedule and approach has yielded more way-too-delicious, home-cooked foods. It’s a toss-up we’re still trying to figure out but so far, everything seems to be working as it should. Now pray to the money gods that this endeavor doesn’t fizzle out by the end of the month!
Empty Wallet No. 1 was originally published on Posts by Gina