For example, I was the first of my friends to have a cordless phone. When they first came out, my dad thought it would be something useful for me to have (I was responsible for answering the phone and relaying messages -- btw, as an adult, I HATE talking on the phone) and I could tote the phone everyone in the house and be able to answer when it rings. I was also the first to have a pager, then later cell phone. Again, it was for my parents benefit to be able to contact me whenever, wherever. I would have a new computer every year or two, with the latest in software -- I can thank my mother for this. She believed I needed this for word processing, research, and other education related purposes. I never expected any of these 'gifts'. I would come home and find something new to play with - wrapped, unwrapped, special occasion or not.
Because of this, I never really had something I really wanted. I always just had it. Then, when I got a job and had an expendable income, I would just buy stuff as the need/want would arise. It never seemed in excess nor unattainable. Which, I think is the root of my dilemma.
For the past year, I've been so caught up with building the house, having the baby, and everything life throws at me, I haven't been in my routine of spending. Now, as things are winding down, I'm finding that there are things that I don't have, I want, and I can't afford. I admit, I sound really selfish right now. A mortgage is more important. My child is more important. I already have clothes, shoes, beauty products, and TOO MUCH craft supplies -- I don't need ANYthing. But because I don't need, does it mean I can't want?
In my case, it really should equate that way. Here's a short list of my wants:
They're both subscription based. Meaning it's recurring expenditures for things other people suggest I need.
- I already have a beauty regimen, and it doesn't include trying a new product every month. But I would like to.
- I have shoes and I don't need a new pair every month. But I would like to.
Oh -- I forgot to mention, DH bought me a one-year subscription of BirchBox for Valentine's Day. He's an enabler. He spoils me.
