I woke up exceptionally early today. 2:57. I woke up from a psychedelic dream in which I had to fill in a form by a gatekeeper dressed as a postman to enter a cave in which shrooms were readily available for therapeutic consumption but I hesitated and filled it out wrong (I filled in that my style was rhetorical instead of visual), so I wasn’t allowed into psychedelic heaven.
All that aside, I woke up and decided to start my day. If I wasn’t getting in the cave of psilocibin mushrooms on the first try, having another dream wouldn’t neccesarily grant me that access.
So I went running. 2.6km, 17:40 minutes. Played a game of League, reached level 30 which means I can play ladder again, which induces a mixed feeling because I know how aggravated I can get while playing ranked, but on the other hand I’m excited to showcase my skills as a support.
I decided to go to work, not to perform work related activities, but to visit and have a free cup of coffee. My boss was there, had a chat with him, free cappuccino. Went on my way at 6:30.
Then it began. The spending spree.
A bottle of water at Gouda station. A hot chocolate and a brownie in Utrecht. 2 croissants. 4 cups of coffee at Uni and it’s only 9:15.
I’ve been more rigorous in entering my YNAB transactions, but sticking to the budget is a whole different story. Luckily I’ve got everything paid for and money’s coming in in a week.
I dare say I enjoy getting food and drink on the go. I spend ruthlessly. At least I enjoy doing it. I cut back on other things, but having a cup of chocolate on a cold autumn morning while walking through Utrecht and being fascinated by the morning life makes me feel invigorated. But having that hot chocolate with whipped cream costs money. Those are the bills of my thrills.
I’ve read blogs on frugality and reaching FIRE in 5-10 years. At my current savings rate I’m not going to cut it. Maybe I’ll just wagecuck and stick it out until my retirement at 67, if I make it that far. Every day should be seen as a gift, not as a given.
Well, at least I am investing some money. Getting decent returns. If I invest more I’ll get back more; I’ve been reading on how to do it. Automatically transferring your money to your investment account when you get paid so you don’t feel like you’re taking a cut, periodically saving for a rainy day, it’s not new to me. I’ve got to have patience.
But there are also those frivolities I want. A new laptop, trips to Great-Britain and France. How do I get those? Easy.
Reduce the bills of my thrills.
It’s time to go back to the anti-consumerist ideology I’ve had in my teens. Keep you updated.
Until next time.