To be honest, I was freaking out about turning 40 at first. Thought I’d run away for my birthday and hide in shame.
Then I remembered who I am. Bad-arse bitch who loves attention! I have a great job, my own, sweet bachelorette pad, cash in the bank and a zippy 2005 Mazda in the garage (lol, it doesn’t even have power windows).
So now that the Festival of Belinda has successfully been celebrated, I give to you four gifts of wisdom – one for each decade.
Money isn’t about stuff, it’s about choices.
I know, I say this a lot. But the longer I live, the more I see it play out. I have watched friends stuck in marriages they can’t afford to leave, or stuck in jobs they hatett. When I left my marriage, the quality of life I had afterwards was a direct outcome of the money I could save and earn.
So, the more you spend on clothes, jewelry, homewares, cars and other ‘stuff’, the lower your buffer when you want to make a change. I controversially believe in having a ‘FU Fund‘, even if you’re married, because you honestly just never fucking know when you need to leave something or someone.
Money’s always hard, because temptation’s always there.
I’d like to think I have my shit together financially. But I still struggle.
Whether it’s the small temptations (I swear this is my last Shellac for a long time), or the big decisions (do I renovate the bathroom or sit on the cash?), it’s hard.
We are wired to like shiny new things and fun experiences. And they get advertised to us everywhere! The gym, the toilet, the elevator – nowhere is safe.
Plus modern life is complicated and relentless. I got a credit card for work and forgot to pay it off the second bloody month I owned it. (I’m smart but so, so vague).
So we need to create frameworks for ourselves. I diarised my credit card due date, for example.
We need to pay attention to what matters, by creating a mindful spending manifesto.
We need to practise saying no to things if they don’t align with our goals.
And we need to check in with our bank statements reguarly, not wish them into another dimension.
It’s a grind, but we just need to suck it up, buttercup. The alternative is to be broke AF and/or not meet our life goals. And who wants that?
Nobody cares about your money as much as you do.
Remember the post a while back where I got my friends a $6k refund from their bank? The short version is they were on the wrong interest rate, and nobody – neither their mortgage broker, financial adviser nor the bank – gave a shit.
It was only when they picked up The Barefoot Investor and started asking me stuff, that we realised they were getting screwed over.
I’m not against using advisers or brokers or accountants. But you still have a responsibility to keep an eye on things and to educate yourself. The more you know, the likelier you are to ask tough questions or spot bullshit.
Similarly, no energy company, telco or insurer is going to offer you a better deal for the hell of it. Do your research, call them up, give them a hard time, or simply switch. It’s your money, so be a tight-arse with it.
Only you can decide what’s important to you.
Remember my friend Jen who loves designer bags and shoes? Girlfriend got two pairs of Valentino heels delivered to the office just a couple of weeks ago. About $1500 all up and that was ON SALE.
And yet she can’t fathom how I’d spend over a hundred bucks on LuluLemon leggings, when I could get them for $30 at Cotton On. I could give you chapter and verse about the superiority of the Align leggings, and how I train every day etc.
But at the end of the day, I care a lot about exercise and all the stuff that goes with it. Including sneakers that are technically just for walking around. (Hey, walking is exercise ok). So I spend money on it.
And I spend less on other stuff. I don’t spend much in bars; I buy cheap wine whenever I need it; and that aforementioned Mazda is worth so little I don’t even pay for comprehensive insurance for it.
It’s ok to have things you splurge on. The trouble comes when you splurge on everything. When you feel out of control so you end up saying ‘YOLO’ and whacking it on the credit card.
You can always stop and reset (read this post). You can always do better. And you can pick one or two things to treat yourself, while still achieving your goals.
If I had to sum up my financial life, from my first job at 13 until now, I’d say it was a work in progress. I’ve been broke, learnt the hard way, had some good luck, made a shitload of mistakes, had some great help and advice, and muddled my way through. The best thing I’ve done is stay interested and curious.
After all, if you keep learning, you keep improving. Which is pretty great life advice right there. You’re welcome.