Back in 2005 I met a girl at work named Lisa. She was only a couple of years older than me but she seemed to really have her shit together. We both owned our own homes and had the same job but she was doing it while being single and with a car. When I started spending more time with her I noticed that she was very meticulous about her money and kept track of everything. I started to track my money as well. I bought a small dollar store book and used a ruler and black pen (blue pens are bullshit) to darken every single line. I had that booked laid out exactly how I wanted and wrote down to the penny everything I spent in separate categories with handmade colour coded tabs. I started to look forward to the end of the month when I would make my final tallies and an overall monthly report. A report to myself. And then, oh the joy when I got to complete my year end summaries! I had found happiness and pleasure in an incredibly mundane task. Some people believed it was a little excessive but I rather enjoyed the whole process. After two years or so the book ran out and I haven’t kept track of my spending since.
logically it makes sense in the pursuit of happiness to remember the things that used to make you happy, and do those things.
Although I don’t think I can necessarily link my current level of happiness to a lack of financial planning, logically it makes sense in the pursuit of happiness to remember the things that used to make you happy, and do those things. And so in my ongoing search for a happier me, I’ve decided to track my finances again. Apparently people don’t use paper anymore for such things. Believe me I tried to find one and was incredibly disappointed. For now I have moved to generation next and found an excel template to use. It’s not perfect but it will do. I can’t itemize everything but I have at least gotten some fairly detailed categories. In addition to the obvious ones like mortgage and phone, my own personal touches include champagne, hair salon, plants and books. Technically discretionary spending, but to me those are all rather essential. I might discover at year’s end that it is more financially viable to simply purchase my own vineyard and bottle my own champagne.
I think I may have just found my life’s calling! Seriously. I’m going to be a champagne farmer. I can taste the bubbly happiness already.