I realised the other day that the amount of money I have each month to use as spendies (after the bills) for things like food, petrol, evenings out, kulcher, clothes and entertainment, is less than my monthly mobile phone bill used to be.
Don’t feel sorry for me: I was squanderous in those days and worked abroad so my mobile phone bills were very high indeed. I should imagine I funded at least one Porsche for the directors of Orange. These days, I’m saving like the dickens and living within a tightly defined budget, and getting off on feeling in control.
So, driving along in my not-Porsche the other morning, I did myself a little checklist between then and now:
- Relationship – better
- Job – less nerve-wracking
- Home life – more stable
- Entertainment – easier to find out about events and go to them, though I don’t indulge in expensive impulses any more
- Toys and gadgets – mmm: I would like more of those, but I never was the one to buy them anyway
- Health – better
- Fitness – working on it
- Education – better, I wasn’t in one place long enough to study
- Car – it gets me there, and I wouldn’t spend money on flash cars again
- Clothes – I do miss expensive clothes, but I would broaden my choice more by loosing weight than I would by having more money
- Food – I eat better
- Eating out – I do that less than I used to, but I’m only just beginning to miss it because the gloss rubs off if you have to eat “out” four days a week for months and months on end
- Holidays – probably the biggest cut back, and the one area where if I had a couple of grand I’d blow it without compunction or guilt
At this distance I am not entirely sure what the money gave me. Would I like more? Sure. Do I need more? Thank goodness, no, I don’t.