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Why indeed? Val’s comment got me scratching my head. What am I waiting for? My birthday? (those come very quickly now). Next paycheck? (it doesn’t make a difference as far as the boots go). Or until I deserve them?
|The Docs in question.|
I can be a self-denier – for certain things. Not for travel, or medical issues, but for “frivolous” stuff. You know, stuff that will put a smile on my face and that I can afford. There is always something “better” that can be done with the money, right?
Truth is, I can afford those boots. I’ve worked for thirty-plus years, have retirement accounts, and no mortgage. One hundred dollars for groovy boots won’t change our way of living, or the share that goes to worthy causes.
I’m a shrink, so I have to figure out where this self-denial comes from:
- I grew up in a family that struggled financially, like many. New clothing was bought infrequently, and only to replace worn out pieces, or for Easter Sunday. Therefore, my early programming says that clothes are not worth splashing out for.
- I am appalled at the prospect of credit card debt as we approach 60. I don’t want to run out of money and not be able to afford home health care in 30 years. But that is not likely to happen, it’s just not.
- I don’t want to seem selfish and vain. Clothing (but not vacations to NYC) must fall into the “selfish/vain” piece of my brain.
|This is my fear! Having more than the acceptable amount of vanity.|
Do any of you relate to this way of thinking? Maybe it’s part of being afraid to “sit in the front row”? Or maybe I have a sensible head on my shoulders: nobody every perished for lack of Doc Martens floral boots. But Val and I like them — why are we waiting?
Happy, happy Wednesday, and stay fabulous,