All About the Benjamins

Money. I like it.

I wouldn't kill for it…but I do waste away in an office 37.5 hours a week for it. It's almost like killing…myself softly.

Anyway…I'm finding urban life to be a tad expensive. When I was in a relationship my expenses consisted of food and beer. Out. It could've been cheaper but that was the extent of it.

Now several months later I find solo to be pretty pricey. Out is not sitting around a hightop watching the game, it's more like cover, rounds of drink, dinners and cabs. Not to mention cute jackets, dresses and boots. Movies. Manis. Brunches. Facials. Essentials!

I quickly fill my weekly calendar with nights out/catch ups/distractions…whatever you want to call it. However, doing whatever whenever has a price. As N pointed out, freedom is not free.

It's like I feel an obligation to spend. Time and money. When you have more of one, you have less of the other.

And then there's vacation. Less than 2 weeks away. Less than 2 weeks away. Unpaid. Trip expenses less 8 days of income. Yikes. Is this just occurring to me now? Possibly. Denial is awesome until you're so close that you can smell the post-dated rent cheque.

I'm ok…really. I've been saving beyond my means. Must be the Scottish in me...

Can't enjoy it unless I've suffered for it.