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It’s Sunday. After a late night (I hit the sack at 4am) my eyes are tired and I’m a bit grouchy. I woke up some time after 8am.

My shopping arrived two hours earlier than expected (yes i’m an online shopper and I’m unrepentant.) When the delivery guy started knocking the door I was still bleary eyed, half asleep and looking like a grenade had exploded in my beard.

On the bright side I suddenly had milk for my coffee, which moved caffeine up on my agenda, and replaced any thoughts of breakfast, which I have no appetite for at the moment.

Sadly the Sainsburys guy with a pressing schedule on the doorstep didn’t see the genial side of me this morning because I’m stressing and worrying. I’ve been thinking about the future and have been dwelling on what if’s, which also occupied my dreams.

Totally out of the blue I awoke obsessed with my car insurance. I couldn’t remember who my policy was with or how I paid my premium. I spent a scary 45 minutes searching all my online files to make sure I actually WAS insured.

Thankfully I am.

Then I started thinking about my household budget and where I could save money to divert to my mortgage. I decided to put a current spreadsheet together detailing all my incomings and outgoings. This didn’t help. It just reminded my how much it costs to stand still in life, made me worry about my pension provision, being financially on my own and left me concerned about the future.

Suddenly I’m consumed by ‘what if’s’.

Its completely pointless – I know that. Although I can plan for what may or may not happen years from now I really have no idea really ahead. The best I can do is make sure I’m frugal, pay my debts, look after myself and don’t set myself up for obvious failure.

(Interlude. Our intrepid hero is stopped from writing his blog by events beyond his control. Thankfully Wordpress saves stuff regularly. We find him a day later still musing about his choices in relation to this. He likes to navel gaze. It’s his thing.)

I woke up today (Monday) royally annoyed with myself. Yesterday I did something on impulse that was just plain stupid and defied logic.

As I was saying before for some time now I’ve been focusing on my mortgage and it’s fair to say that at times I’ve been quite obsessed by it. Over and over again I’ve added up how long it will take to pay off and how I can bring the timescale further down by economising in other areas.

Yesterday I made a nice pie chart with incomings and outgoings but that just made things worse. As I thought of areas to cut back and save money I became more and more stressed. I started to write my thoughts down in my blog, but it wasn’t really helping. By the 400 word mark I was no closer to alleviating the feelings, which is unusual.

Then the universe (always listening and paying attention it seems) decided to intervene and killed my computer. Stone dead.

Initially it restarted and the panic was over – but then when the screen image flickered, warped, corrupted and wrapped half-way round the back of itself I realised that the issue wasn’t a software crash. Continued reboots afterwards resulted in lots of vertical stripes and no desktop, just an endless boot loop.

My beloved buddy had just bitten the dust.

After a couple of hours trying to coax it back to life I decided it looked like a graphics card issue. However in this case the cause made little difference as the computer is an ‘all in one’ machine. If one component goes then it’s practically a doorstop.

So – faced with being without it for a few days (and use my laptop instead while it was possibly repaired) I decided to take the only logical course of action.

I immediately went out and bought a replacement. Because f**k you spreadsheet and pie chart. Retail therapy rules.

Now though I am kicking myself. Only a few days ago I was writing about deferring instant gratification, and what did I do? Reacted on impulse, and spent money I could  have put toward far more important things.

Last night, a few hours after my shopping spree I was quietly fuming. Whilst cooking in my kitchen I texted my brother and informed him that I wanted to put my fist through a wall because I was so annoyed with myself.

I wouldn’t of course. It would hurt. Lots. Also I bruise like a peach.

Pete is used to my impulsive behaviour and also thought I had been a complete donut (my words not his) but was glad that I recognised this. It would be a valuable lesson. I could take this event, remember how it made me feel and not do it again.

He’s right.

I was also reminded in group this morning (ironically enough the topic of which was positive thinking) that I should not beat myself up about failures. I need to learn from moments of idiocy and move on.

So the morals of the story for today:

  • Practice what you preach
  • Don’t be an absolute donut
  • If you are donut then deal with it, learn from it, move on and don’t beat yourself up

Davey

(Grrr)

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10 comments

  1. I’m the king of impulse buying random stuff. Although I tend to me much more restrained on the big expensive stuff like pcs. If it’s less then a tonne it’s fair game though. As my collection of memory sticks, memory cards and T-shirts attests.

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  2. This was a hugely entertaining post. I am sorry to hear about your buddy biting the dust. I, however, can not buy anything on impulse since I am on a pension and have limited income because life is simply too expensive just trying to survive what with food and rent plus hydro etc. Ugh, I can see where your mind was though and had I been in your shoes I would have probably done the same. My computer is my lifeline and job requirement since I write my blog and produce YouTube videos for a little extra money.

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    1. I’m glad you liked it Sue 👍🏽

      In all honesty I can’t afford it either which is why I am beating myself up about it (still am now.)

      I too made a brief go of monetising YouTube with mixed results, and it’s something I intend to go back to. At the moment I’m just enjoying writing again after a long break from anything creative.

      What’s your YouTube user ID? If it fits with my blog then I’ll give you a plug and maybe a few pence from some clicks 😉

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      1. Thanks, my YouTube can be found by typing htpps://www.YouTube.com/user/redcrazylady I know, weird name but if you visit my channel you’ll see it is referred to on the masthead as Susan Millard’s Channel. I had the redcrazylady user name eight years ago and can’t change it now. =( My channel covers a lot of topics as you’ll see and I will totally understand if you can’t or don’t want to give it a plug. =) I would be honoured if you even went to check it out. =)

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      2. LOL @ Darth Vader on the TV in the minecraft warden’s office 🙂

        I’m also impressed at the effort creating a snow ramp AND tunnel in the garden (waaaaay bigger than mine!)

        It took me right back to being a kid actually – I spent ages with a mate playing with his Tamia Holiday buggy which was utterly fantastic!

        My Youtube id is the same as my blog – daveywankenobie, although its fallen into disrepair a bit lately as events in life took over…

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      3. Thanks! =) Glad you got a chance to watch a few videos. I appreciate that. I had to zip over to your channel to have a look at what you’ve been up to as well. LOL poor, poor Matt…couldn’t hold on for just a second longer until you could reach him. You have just gained a new subscriber..that is a cool channel you have going there. That unfolding plug for the Apple watch is ingenius and as for trying to rescue the Princess in Distress…first you had to deal with the bear and then it starts raining? I hope the Princess was worth all the hassle. LOL =)

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