The universe is kicking my ass
Last week, in a fit of “living-like-there’s-no-tomorrow” and “all-we-do-is-work-and-we-never-do-anything-fun,” I took action.
Yup, I threw caution to the wind and booked a little birthday mini-trip with Darling Husband.
We are not — I repeat, not — spontaneous people. We are “let’s-plan-for-months-and-agonize-over-whether-or-not-we-can-afford-it” people. To just book a trip, randomly, was huge.
And, of course, this week I regret it.
A casual conversation about finances — although when do financial conversations ever remain casual, really? — turned into an unpleasant realization, when we discussed the balances of our credit cards.
Ow. Let’s just say that they were higher than I expected, and if I had known that last week, I would never have agreed to the trip. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks, right?
Utimately, we decided we’ll still go. However, it’s definitely taken a bit of the fun out of the trip. Now I can think about is how the money would be better spent paying down our credit cards.
So basically, when we work hard and try to be responsible little savers, we are told to “live like there’s no tomorrow”
and have fun
. But when we actually do
try to have a little fun, we’re slammed with guilt about the money we’re spending.
What’s the deal, Universe???