Save your sympathy. I have no heart warming, rags to (hopeful) riches sorry. I'm not facing any major meltdowns like evictions, repossessions or government sponsored account fleecings. I'm just simply a cash RIDICULOUS girl in her late 20's wondering why in the world three days after payday I can't afford to do anything. Or buy anything. It's really cramping my style as you know.
Alas, the photo. This is my current cabinet contents that I have staring at me for the next eleven days. I know poor little middle class ginger. Tragic indeed!! If you look closely at the picture you'll notice $102 spent on its contents from Publix on payday. Three days ago (in case you've forgotten already dolls!)
As evidenced by the Cinnamon Toast Crunch muffin mix, $8 jar of vodka sauce and all organic gluten free blueberry muffin mix (goes great with all the other crap I have doesn't it?) it's clear. I'm a chronic spender. Seriously. I can't even cook. Don't believe me? Next post will show you the two pots and pans in this house. Serious.
If I can blow money at the grocery store like this, it's suddenly clear to me why THREE DAYS POST PAYDAY, I'm scraping the proverbial mixing bowl and trying to stretch the 12 muffins into 11 days of sustenance so I don't have to dip into my critical level bank account (savings? What savings? Credit card? Oh yeah filled that bad boy up last weekend at Ikea. Oh and an IMAX movie. Oh oh and the come and peanut butter omg yum cookie for the movie. Which might still be on my purse come to think of it ) yes see. There it is. I spiral out of control and bam. Here we are. Trying to figure out how to stretch the remnants of a sad almost empty account and figure things out.
Step One. Set a goal. Ok fine. This is easy. I want ten grand in the bank in a year. Doable? Yes. Feelings of insecurity and not going to be able to do it? Check. It's going to be a struggle yes. But I feel like of I set it more comfortably I'll completely blow it off for four months and learn nothing.
Step Two. Learn something. I'm hoping with a year of self imposed spending limits and using this college educated brain in a comfortable middle class Tory Burch dressed body I can make it work. Get thrifty. Push my comfort zones. Perhaps let go of my love of all things designer (I weep for my loss of Vuitton, Lanvin and DvF this upcoming year) (I told you not to have sympathy. I'm a well heeled doesn't look at a price tag single girl with pocket money who just never got the hang of that whole FISCALLY RESPONSIBLE thug)
Step Three: try to maintain a semblance of my day-to-day life now by utilizing alt more of the worlds resources than online sample sales and jetting off on last moment trips all over just because.
Step Four: try not to die.
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