Fire to Wander

Follow along as I document my journey to early retirement and a nomadic lifestyle.

Reckless Spending

I just spent an hour writing my post only to have it be deleted. I am very angry.

I am basically only re-writing this because I said I was going to write one post each day for 365 days and I will not be a liar dammit!

Ok, short story-time version:

When one grows up financially lacking, there are two ways that their relationship with money usually goes:

  1. Spend everything you have as soon as you have it because you never know when you’ll get it again.
  2. Hoard every cent because you never know when you’ll have money again if you spend it.

My problem was of the first variety.

As soon as I got my hands on any money, my first instinct was to spend it. The worst part was that after I obtained a credit card…I spent even though I knew I didn’t have the money in the bank to pay it off.

I remember once while going through a breakup I bought seven pairs of shoes. (They were all dancing shoes…I don’t even dance! I wore sneakers all the time!) After my hardest breakup of my short life, I bought…a car.

The worst part is that since I didn’t have a stable job, my mom co-signed for me. Which meant that I hurt her credit by making a few late payments.

I still feel badly about that.

This reckless spending made it incredibly difficult for me to fix my financial life after college. Silver lining: since I no longer had access to credit, I was forced to buy only what I had cash to pay. Also, after obtaining my first full-time job after graduating, my spending declined, partially due to the fact that now I had a stable job and knew I was going to get more money in a couple of weeks.

I didn’t make the connection between my spending and my avoidance of emotions until after having been in therapy for years. Expensive lesson!

I just wanted you to know that I am by no means perfect and that I have had my share of issues with money. So when I share with you things that have helped me, I’m not just talking out of my ass. I’ve lived through a lot and made it through to a more peaceful place.

I’m still not where I want to be, but I know I’ll get there.

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