For this time period, I am working through Julia Cameron and Mark Bryan’s book Money Drunk, Money Sober before I work through the Prosperous Heart. The following blog entries are in response to prompts and experiences from the book. I see this as an extension of my Artist’s Way work. Some of my entries are jarring and highly personal – any program of sobriety and self-improvement demands admitting dysfunction both personally and in family, and it also calls to admit some painful truths. While not everything I work on appears here, a number of realities do. I have a genuine body of work thanks to my work on the Artist’s Way program, and I can’t ignore the changes the continual commitment has brought about. Because of that, I also can’t ignore what going further into the harder aspects of the program – like facing money issues – has the potential to improve.
It’s taken me some time to relearn the habit of writing down what I spend. I’m using two apps: a simple checkbook program and iWallet. iWallet shows me what I’m spending my money on – and it’s been an eye opener, as 50% of my spare income goes to food. I was concerned enough that I once again opened a calorie count program. The reassuring part is that I’m not overeating – I come in at under 2000 calories or less per day most days. I’m spending on food for the sake of relieving social pressure, but then I’m also then NOT eating what I have at home. I’ve been wanting to account so I can track my more subtle allergic reactions, anyway.
There are things I frequently forget to record – parking, now that we use meters downtown. I often forget to write that down, and also I forget to write down when I expend from my YWCA punch card. (Now that I’ve bought a whole new one, that’s not necessarily an issue.) I do still debt to myself, so much so that I’m debating skipping an artist’s date until I have money next week. Maybe I can just do something small that doesn’t require spending money – there’s always Como Zoo, and the public library.
A positive effect is I’m more aware of shared expenditures than I was. I had a way of thinking of the joint account as “not mine,” but as I look at what I’m spending, I’m more conscious of it being “mine,” and I’m trying to steward it a little better.
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