Budget Updates Post

I’m having trouble sticking to my budget.

The problem: It sucks. Much like losing weight, I’m not organized enough to stick to a plan.

Organized? You might ask. What does organization have to do with anything? Plenty. Want to stop buying Starbucks? Program coffee pot and make sure fresh grounds are in it the night before, lest the pot explode the next morning. Want to stop eating out for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Perfect. Now, make sure you grocery shop on a regular basis, prep the food, remember to make the food/pack┬áthe night before, and don’t forget it in the morning. Oh! And those dishes? Yeah, make sure you take care of those so you can literally wash, rinse, and repeat the next day. Need new clothes every few months? Hey, fat ass, lose weight and you’ll suddenly open up a whole new section of your wardrobe. Need to stop swiping that debit card? Stop being lazy and start going to the bank Sunday so that you can have a crisp $20 in your pocket come Monday! Arrrg!

Yeah. That’s what I’m dealing with. I know the problem, I know the answers, it’s the middle part that’s evading me.

Because I’m a solution driven individual, I tend to make new plans well before I start working with my current one. I’m impatient–I realize things take time (I’m not a complete idiot), but why can’t they happen now? I have a book to write and world peace to establish for cripe’s sake.

“You make too many goals,” Costa said last night, watching me freak out over my crumbling finances. “You try to tackle too much, spread yourself too thin, and then freak out.”

“Good point,” I sniffled.

“You need to just focus on one thing,” he continued, flipping through channels on T.V.

“But I can’t,” I whined. “The whole freakin’ house needs to be cleaned, I need to update my blog, write my Examiner article, fit in exercise–”

“One thing,” he said, tearing his eyes away from the tube to glare at me. “This week, we’re going to focus on laundry.” I must have looked at him like he had grown a second head because he added hastily, “And then we can move on to another goal. Like the dishes.”

“But the whole. house. needs to be cleaned!”

“So what? Who knows that our house needs to be cleaned? Us! So it can be done when it gets done.”

I took a deep breath. “Right. One thing. One thing. Come home, do one thing, then relax. One thing.” While I chanted and ommmm’d my way into serenity, Costa turned up the t.v. and that was the end of his crisis counseling.

He’s right, you know. I’m always blogging here and there about the many goals that I want to achieve. Since I’m have trouble, I’m going to just start with a small one. Laundry. I’ll let you know how it goes.


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