Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Putting My Money Where My Mouth Is (A Life Redesigned)
Determine my dream life. Check.
Analyze my budget and identifying items that can be cut or even eliminated. Check.
Until last week, following Warren and Betsy Talbot's blueprint for identifying and living the life of my dreams was proving to be easy and enjoyable.
Last Wednesday, though, I ran into a roadblock. Let me explain.
My next mini-steps in the larger step of saving were on my to-do list, and I knew as soon as I glanced at it that I was going to have trouble.
My first assignment was to "secure the vault". In other words, I was to designate an existing account or create a new one to do nothing but hold (no withdrawing allowed save for the most dire of emergencies) the money I hope to accrue in order to live my redesigned life. That took a quick trip to the bank and about 10 minutes with a very helpful account representative there.
Afterward, I stopped by My Daddy's Cheesecake, a wonderful bakery and cafe here in my hometown. I slid into a booth with my slice of the ultra-scrumptious Scarlett O'Hara cheesecake and considered my next assignment -- putting a number, a dollar amount, on my dream life.
In other words, I needed to figure out what it will cost me to live in an RV, traveling as whimsy and the weather moved me. That proved to be a very difficult task.
Countless numbers of hours spent researching led me to the fact that monthly expenses will be quite variable. Finally, though, I arrived at a dollar figure for monthly expenses that I think is fairly realistic. I divided that figure by 30 (days in a month) and then again in half.
I wrote that number on my notepad, circled it, drew stars and curlicues around it.
My sense of satisfaction at completing another step in the process toward living my dream was very short-lived. Gone in less than a minute.
It was obliterated by an emotion I couldn''t quite put a name to. I still can't.
I tried to banish it, and at times this past week I've been fairly successful. Other times, though, it rolls over me like a huge, angry ocean wave, knocking me off-kilter and leaving me unsteady and unsure of myself.
And that is where I've been for the past few days -- vacillating between anticipation and ennui.
It's something I must work through before I can go on to the next step in the process, so I'll be pausing here until, I hope, next time.
Until then, I hope you'll spend some time considering what constitutes your own dream life. I hope you'll share it via a comment. I would love to be inspired by hearing your dream!