Looking back on my childhood I've always had incredibly fond memories. Family vacations, dance recitals ... oh and let's not forget, Neiman Marcus. I've never wanted for anything. My parents were incredibly giving people throughout my childhood, and still are.
Now, I'm an adult. My mom still takes me on the occasional shopping trip ... bought me a high rise condo and pays a majority of my bills. I know, I know, woe is me. I'm a very lucky person and thank my blessings daily.
However, as I continue to grow as a person and find out who I am and what I want out of life I can't help but think that all this spoiling, has really just kind of left me, well foiled. I feel as though in my parent's effort to give me everything I've ever wanted, they've done me no favors.
I'm an adult that doesn't know how to be on a budget or spend within my means. I spend hundreds of dollars at the grocery store ... for one person. I now feel such a sense of entitlement that I am currently doing everything in my power to snap myself out of it.
Looking back, I wish that when I ran out of allowance 2 days after receiving it that my parents said, "No." That when I was hellbent on getting a convertible my parents said, "No." I guess I wish I would have heard that word a whole lot more than I did.
I don't expect for people to feel sorry for me. I guess I'm hoping they learn from my experiences. Saying no, isn't always a bad thing.
Recently my boyfriend and I have been talking about moving in together. It's scary, it's scary thinking about being with someone and eventually sharing your finances. I can barely manage my own situation, so how do I manage someone else's? Don't get me wrong, I'm far from destitute. But as a grown woman I can honestly say that growing up in a bubble (with money flying around inside of it) has damaged me. I truly do not know the value of a dollar and am now desperately working on my finances to get me to where I want to be.
Most people keep their savings in the bank. Not me. My savings is hanging in my closet and it greatly complimented by the enormous amounts of shoes stacked to eye level in their boxes.
I know I'll fix my problems, I'm too determined not to. I want to be proud of myself, I want my boyfriend to be proud of me and feel comfortable calling me his wife ... and sharing a joint checking account.
Peace, Love and Louis Vuitton
