I didn’t earn much in my 20s which birthed my lifelong struggle with splurging. While my folks were content with parental support, I grappled with the guilt of not pulling my financial weight.
This inclination towards frugality tagged along into my thirties, where every dime was unnecessarily stretched thin.
Since last few months I’ve tried to loosen up my purse. Setting a splurging budget became my new gospel, where unused funds don’t roll over but evaporate into the ether. Each month, a fresh budget emerges, demanding my attention to splurge.
It’s hardly believable how much my life has since then. Behold, a mini gym now graces my humble abode, transforming my workout routine from mere cycling cardio to the sacred rituals of strength training.
Here’s a glimpse into the quirky additions:
- A sleek ice maker, churning out perfectly round ice cubes that add a touch of elegance to my beverages.
- Multiple phone and laptop chargers plugged in all rooms
- Speakers abound, plugged in all rooms. I now listen to more music than ever before. More than the time when I used a run a Music Preposterous blog(you remember!)
- Two suitcases for my work travel. perpetually packed and ready to go, sparing me the laundry woes. Plug for good old American Tourister instead of the new-age brands like Mokobara or Uppercase.
- Embracing the philosophy of preparedness, I’ve stocked up on extra accessories for ALL my hobbies. Take, for instance, my dual sets of bike lights, ensuring my rides remain illuminated even on forgetful days.
In essence, minimalism may have its allure, but maximalism reigns supreme in my world. For now.