Paying $40 for Breakfast, and Other Money Mistakes I've Made

Paying $40 for Breakfast, and Other Money Mistakes I've Made

Here's another interesting post from our friends at The Billfold:

I’m 30. By virtue of that fact, I should be qualified enough to tell you about how to get your finances in order during your twenties. Luckily for you, I am not going to dole out the same tired financial advice that you’ve heard time and again. I bet you already know all the “right” things you are supposed to do with your money. And there are probably a lot of reasons why you’re not doing them. But what I will tell you is that you’ve got to figure out why you spend (or don’t spend) money if you’re going to start solving your own financial woes.

Everyone has his or her own very personal and unique relationship with money. Looking back on my twenties, I realized that I spent my money mainly because I wanted to feel richer than I actually was. This single desire was probably the most fundamental problem I had with money during my twenties, and admittedly, it is one that I still struggle with today.

My parents were small business owners who worked 12 hours a day, seven days a week. We weren’t poor, but we definitely went without things found in most family households, most notably, cable television and an abundance of toys. Knowing how hard my parents worked, I decided that I would have to rise above my upbringing and make the best of it. I traded in my dreams of going to a small Northeast liberal arts college for a free ride at a nearby state university. While in school, I supported myself on waitressing tips until well after I graduated.

I got my first office job in my early twenties, complete with a paltry, yet steady, salary. Suddenly, I was hungry to experience the full spectrum that life had to offer, and all too eager to ignore the wide disparity between my means and aspirations. It was still a time when everything in the world seemed novel, and by virtue of its novelty, was mandatory to experience. Bottomless mimosa brunches? Buying that $200 used guitar on a whim? Impromptu road trips? Yes, yes and yes.

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I knew I shouldn’t have been spending my money so liberally, but for the first time, it felt like a relief to just have the nice things that always seemed missing from my life. Somehow, it seemed perfectly fine to drop at least $200 a month on sushi dinners, to purchase designer handbags, to drink endless rounds of American craft beers, and to have and to hold each new Apple product in my hands.

As I marched towards 30, I had desperately wanted to bid farewell to my purely middle class upbringing, as I had been seduced by the fantasy of a more beautiful and perfect life. I started to swap out my particleboard furniture for something with clean mid-century modern lines, and leather upholstery. I bought brand new suits at retail price, at around $400 a pop, because I subscribed to the cheesy adage of dressing for the job I wanted, not the one I had. I longed for French cookware, said yes to happy hours that lasted until midnight, and snapped up luxuriously scented (and priced) organic shampoos, because I wanted it all, and didn’t want to wait.

As the years went by, I felt as though the wage gap between my peers and myself was growing wider, and I wanted to pretend that it wasn’t. I was still struggling to find a decent paying job, while others seemed to be steadily advancing in their careers. There were little hints to suggest that my life was not as finely appointed as those of my friends’, like when I still carried a flip phone when everyone else had smartphones, or when I still drank milk chock full of artificial hormones instead of organic milk that cost twice as much. But in all honesty, I didn’t really know much about the state of my friends’ personal finances, as discussions of money were (and to a certain extent, still are) the ultimate taboo.

When I actually took the time to look through my crumpled receipts and credit card statements, I got mad at myself. Why had I paid almost $40 just to eat breakfast at a restaurant? How did I drop $140 on cosmetics alone in the prior month? Did I really want to pay nearly $80 a month for the privilege of doing yoga poses in a room heated to 100 degrees—if I went to Bikram yoga class at all? Whatever my reasons were, they just weren’t worth it in the end.

To read more about the lessons S. L. learned in her twenties, read the full article at The Billfold.

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