Victoria’s Secret

I bought $697.50 worth of Victoria’s Secret clothing on sale for $304.85 plus $19.95 shipping & handling. So, including the shipping & handling, I saved $372.70. That comes out to 53.43% savings. HUZZAH! I roxors. Of course, I’m down more than $320… But still, it COULD be a lot worse. At least I saved more than I paid.

I bought
1 piece of nightwear
5 pairs of jeans*
5 shirts/tops
3 bras
1 dress

So, all in all, I think I made a pretty good haul. I can’t wait ’til they get here! YAY for new clothes! *Bennett’s been bugging me about getting “real pants”, especially ones that have pockets in them. Hence, FIVE pairs of jeans.

Recently

I’m tired.

I have one week left, but I don’t know if I can make it. I can feel what I have left slipping through my fingers. I have so much to do, even in these last hours of this semester. I’m disheartened.

I received a phone call (not the first–or the last) from some debt-collecting company evening before last. I didn’t even pick up, but from that moment, I’ve become progressively moodier. I know I’m in the right on this debt; I don’t owe a debt to these particular people. Everyone I DO owe, I’m paying off. I have a plan to be completely debt-free by my 21st birthday… not including my college loans. It’s not that I OWE someone that’s frustrating to me, it’s that THEY think I owe them, which I don’t.

I’m still anemic. I tried to give blood earlier this week, to no avail. I’ve been taking vitamins with iron! My hemoglobin count is 36; it needs to be 38. I don’t want to eat meat, but I can’t help people the way I am right now. Why won’t they take my blood? How bad does the situation have to be before they’ll let me give blood? I hate not being able to help people. I HATE it.

I’ve been putting off schoolwork. I haven’t really, but it feels like it will never end. I just want to sleep and never have to wake up. I am involved in my sorority, Diplocon, and Students for Marriage Equality, and I work (to pay off my debt). I’m burning out. I feel like I just need to stay inside for a while and breathe.

I need to start looking at grad schools and/or post-graduation job opportunities. I don’t even know where to begin. I want to live in New York City after graduation if I can, and I’m trying to get a summer internship there, but I haven’t been able to hold down a job in the past, much less a paying job AND live on my own AND feed myself… why do I think I’ll be able to do it next summer?

I’m lonely. I miss Bennett terribly. I know he doesn’t love me, but I still miss him. I know he thinks I’m crazy, and I am I guess, and that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with me. I’m not sure if I want to spend the rest of my life with him, either, but I can feel the relationship unraveling. I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what will happen when we break up. I know it’s inevitable; I’m not stupid. Will I act like I did with Nathan? I pray not, but I fear I will.

I’ve had trouble sleeping recently. I started having bad nightmares again. Not that nightmares aren’t bad already, but the kind in which I wake up shaking and crying. It’s not like something’s wrong with my life. I have a good life. I’ve got it under control. That means it must be me, right? Am I completely insane?

One moment I want to lock myself away and lose myself in my mind and the next I want to throw myself off a tall building and the next I just want someone to hold me tight and let me scream. It’s not even like I’m tired of living. I’m just tired of dealing. I’m afraid I’m not a good person. I’ve been trying hard all semester not to ask questions like that of myself, because I know intellectually that I AM a good person. Right now I can’t help but question every step I’ve ever made, and it’s overwhelming.

I know if I do what I WANT to do, which is just blow everything off, I will only get worse. I have been so happy this semester; it’s been the best semester I’ve had since starting college, and now I can feel it starting to unwind. I take my medicine; I go to therapy, like I’m supposed to. What’s wrong with me?

Voluntary simplicity

Many simplicity gurus urge us to become “tightwads” as the true path to a simple life. Voluntary simplicity and frugality are not really the same thing. To be sure, frugality is a vehicle for achieving simplicity, but the driving force is a vision, a philosophy, a world view.

If life were a poem, simplicity would be the poet, frugality the line and meter.
If life were a painting, simplicity would be the artist, frugality the paint and brushes.
If life were a building, simplicity would be the architect, frugality the hammer and boards.

Voluntary simplicity is about freedom. It’s about owning your own life. Frugality is living with less of what money can buy. Voluntary simplicity is wanting less.

Soon after beginning our partnership more than 25 years ago, we made a revolutionary discovery. It changed our lives then and it continues to make us “different” now. You’ve heard it before: “time is money.” What we discovered is that’s not true – time is better than money!

This revelation has allowed us to be content in our work or to change that work when it no longer satisfies. It has permitted us to spend less time acquiring things and more time acquiring experiences, insights, and relationships. It has encouraged us to lend a helping hand in our community, whenever the need arises, because we can make the time to do it. It has given us freedom and control of our lives.

For some reason, it seems to us that many people have failed to grasp this simple truth. They trudge off to work every morning to put in their time at jobs they despise so they can buy things. Have you noticed? The more a person hates his or her job, the more money he or she spends on toys, time-shares, new cars, the latest trendy clothes, jewelry, etc. And the more one spends, the more one needs to hang on to that job, no matter what.

Is there a way out? We think so. If you’re already addicted to conspicuous consumption, it will take some getting used to. But it IS possible to own your own life if you are determined to do it. How? Simplify!!

You’ll be surprised to discover how much you can do without and still have more than enough to eat, stylish clothes to wear, a reliable car, a comfortable home – and time to do the things you really want to do. When the need for cash is reduced, it’s possible to pursue work that’s rewarding – the work you’ve always dreamed of doing – even though it pays less than the high pressure, low satisfaction job you thought you were locked into.

At the beginning of our own journey down a simpler path, we made a direct link between time and costs. When we asked ourselves, “Is it worth x hours of work to buy this?” it often wasn’t! If we’d rather spend those x hours doing something else, instead of earning funds for the purchase, we didn’t buy it. Because, of course, time is better than money.

Try this simple exercise. Make a list of the ten activities you enjoy most. Then make another list of the ten activities that occupy most of your time. Compare the two lists. This little self test may be all you need to convince you to jump off the merry-go-round.

Stop going around in circles and head straight toward what you really want to do.

It’s the wanting that counts. Doing what you want can make having things you want seem a lot less important. When having fewer things leads to having more time to do what you choose, you just may find you want fewer things!

And you’ll discover that voluntary simplicity makes frugality easy. Because time really is better than money.

From: word-works/simple

Stupid collections people.

I just called *that number* and this is what happened.

THEM: When are you going to pay your outstanding balance?
ME: What outstanding balance?
THEM: Your payments for your magazine subscriptions.
ME: What are you talking about? I cancelled that in like April.
THEM: What? Your subscription isn’t cancellable.
ME: Um, yes it is. I cancelled in like April. As in, LAST APRIL.
THEM: Well, you were told when you ordered the subscription that it wasn’t cancellable.
ME: Yes, I know that but when you sent me the official paper information and whatever it says ON THE PAPER that it IS cancellable.
THEM: Um, no, I used to work in that dept. and I’ve never heard of anything like that before.
ME: Well, I did what it told me to on the paper to cancel it, so I’m not paying you guys anymore.
THEM: Send us a copy of the paper [which I am now SO glad I kept] and we’ll honour it because I’ve never heard of that blah blah blah blah—
ME: Just give me the address to send it to.

I was irritated enough to just cut the guy off. I must say, it was a totally empowering experience.