Saving for a Leap

“Discipline is just choosing between what you want now and what you want most.
~Unknown Author

When I first began devising my future plans, money was a huge barrier for me. Money became the excuse that held me back from doing what I really wanted to be doing. And that pretty much sucked. We all have goals we feel we simply cannot achieve because of a fiscal barrier– this may just be a fact of life.

But, for whatever reason, I woke up one day determined not to accept this. I decided I would stop using the money excuse and I would start focusing my energy on rearranging my life to facilitate more aggressive saving. Overtime this strategy seemed to work. As I began to see progression in my saving, that money barrier began to crumble.

I attribute the rapid growth in my bank account to making a few minor, along with a few fairly significant, changes. Sometimes these changes were easy; other times, as anyone would suspect, it was a struggle. But now, looking at my bank statement, and knowing what that money means for me, I couldn’t be more pleased–or proud of myself.

I’m pretty sure any aspirational change (new house? new car?) could benefit from these saving methods.

How I pulled it off:

I want to preface this by saying: I am 25 years old–single, and supporting no one but myself. This fact made the following much easier to achieve. However, there are entire families who have not only saved for and accomplished long-term travel but have paid off large debt in the process ( see The Great Family Escape, Away is Home, or Man vs Debt )

I took control of my finances.

I may not be here today if it weren’t for Mint.com

Maybe I’m being a tad dramatic, but I feel like giving a champagne toast to Mint. This handy-dandy little personal finance/budget tracking site forced me to look at my spending under a magnifying glass.

When I first got serious about saving, I sat down with my Mint account and a pad of paper. I made a list of all of my usual daily, weekly, and monthly expenses. Then I went through and categorized all my expenses in either “fun or frivolous” spending (going out, weekend trips, shopping), or “responsible existence” spending (i.e. rent, food, gas, student loan payments, investment club payment, etc). I became acutely aware of the items on my list that didn’t fit into the “responsible existence” category. And within the categories that seemed to be the biggest money suckers, I brainstormed ways I could cut down.

For example…

The Problem: I was paying $500 a month/plus around $90-120 for utilities on my apartment.
My solution: Step One: get a roommate and put that extra $300 a month directly in my savings account– which eventually gave way to Step Two: Move back in with parents and put the extra $600+ in savings.

I used this approach with all my major money pits. I.E. Problem: filling up my tank multiple times a month. Solution: Walk to work every day and carpool more. Problem: Spent big $$ on groceries and food Solution: Stick to budget stores like Aldi’s, waste less food, use coupons, stop ordering out and eat at parents more often. etc. Easy in theory, difficult in execution; but sometimes you just gotta suck it up and be a cheap-wad (if it’s important to you you’ll find a way).

Next, I used mint to set up a visual of all my accounts. I tracked my spending religiously, set budgets, and stuck to them. I’d check and re-check my accounts on a bi-weekly basis–ok, let’s face it, sometimes even multiple times a day (the Mint app made it too easy). Constantly assessing whether each purchase was “completely necessary.” At the end of every month I recorded my spending patterns and savings amount into a spreadsheet (see #4). This made my progress visual, and motivated me to break my saving goals I had set for each month.**

My goals; on mint.com

"If you want to be wealthy, think of saving as well as earning" ~Benjamin Franklin

I cut out unnecessary spending.

I began by creating “no-spend” days. In the beginning I told myself that from Monday to Wednesday I would not spend a penny on anything that was not an absolute necessity. This allowed me to start changing the way I thought about spending; and made me more conscious of what constituted a necessary purchase.

Between this and setting up a mint account I realized how much of my money was going toward silly or “fluffy” purchases. I had always been a “brown-bagger” but I got even more serious about packing my own lunch. That is one expense that can add up very fast. I started walking to work more frequently, and generally used my car less (it wasn’t uncommon for me to only have to fill up once every 2 months). I cancelled unnecessary monthly subscriptions. My Mint account was helpful with determining where my money was going and when it was going somewhere unnecessary.

If the temptation was particularly strong to spend my money on crap, I read minimalist or “frugal living” blogs such as Zen Habits or Wise Bread.

I had a big, exciting goal…

And perhaps most important–one I was passionate about. Having a passion helps justify all the big changes and sacrifices that accede serious saving. It can be hard to skip the shopping trip or nice lunches when what you’re saving for won’t happen for another 8 months. Don’t get discouraged. Give yourself time, you’ll get used to it. If your motivation is big enough–your focus becomes clearer with each passing week and your perspective begins to shift. Pretty soon your focus will change all together and spending becomes physically difficult. Just the other day, I just may have developed an ulcer when I had to replace my iPod touch…

In the beginning, when tempted by something frivolous like a pair of shiny new boots or a bag, I would force myself into thinking about spectacular things I could do with that money; a week’s accommodation in almost any city in Central America, a guided tour of Lake Titicaca, scuba diving lessons in Honduras…? With that perspective, those boots seemed like a major ripoff.

When all else failed, reading the blogs of those who already experienced what I was, (and were now reaping the benefits) helped tremendously (see Inspiration).

I watched this TED talk, which Daniel Goldstein explains the idea of present self and future self. Goldstein points out, “The present self does not want to save at all–it wants to consume. Whereas the future self wants the present self to save.” It’s about having perspective of both your present and future self. You don’t feel like you’re depriving yourself now if you know that by resisting temptation today, you’re splurging on your future self. Ufta…

Ultimately, It’s about resisting temptation. This isn’t easy, this is potentially about changing the way you think about spending, which very often requires a shift in lifestyle. And this can be tough; living in modern America, with the temptation to buy everywhere. Goldstein claims, “It’s not that your goals are physically impossible; it’s that you lack the self discipline to stick to them.” So work on your self-control. Goldstein explains that self-control is like a muscle–the more you use it the stronger it gets. So start small if you must–skip the latte, limit the number of drinks you buy when out with friends, or start carpooling more often. And move on to the big ticket items as you feel better prepared to handle them.

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“It’s easier to suppress the first desire than to satisfy all that follow it” ~Benjamin Franklin

I discovered the joy of spreadsheets.**

I become borderline obsessed with spreadsheets. It was fun. Really. First I created hypothetical trip expenses; from plane tickets to insurance, average daily cost estimates, pre-trip purchases, etc. I checked Lonely Planet, and a slew of travel blogs to get an idea of how much I might expect to need–always rounding up.

I created a spreadsheet that tracked how much I spent each month and how much my saving grew from the month before. I felt a proud little tinge of satisfaction filling out my report at the end of each month; watching my money grow. I began a healthy relationship with Google Documents, which allows me to access these beautiful spreadsheets from any computer with internet access. I definitely plan on tracking my traveling expenses/spending when I’m on the road. Getting started a year early means it’s a habit before I ever leave home.

I thought twice before saying no to a money-making opportunity.

From the time I made up the decision to leave, I picked up random jobs, well, like it was my job: babysitter, wedding photographer, golf course beverage cart girl, banquet worker, dog sitter. I also managed to pick up some new freelance clients, and got a weekend job as a waitress at a new restaurant. This was in addition to my full-time  job.

If ever I felt worn out from working the extra hours (which, you can bet I did), I’d just spend some time reading my RSS feed. I’d draw a great deal of inspiration from the conglomerate of travel blogs I’ve collected on my feed. If that didn’t work, I’d peek back on my saving spreadsheets. It made the hard work feel worthwhile, and reminded me of the bigger picture.

I became careful of where and how I purchased.

It sounds maybe a tad ridiculous, but I stopped grocery shopping at Super Walmart–not only because I dislike the place, but because I discovered that I ended up spending significantly more shopping there than at a regular grocery store, even though my go-to grocery items were always cheaper at Walmart. The selection was apparently more than I could resist and I’d somehow end up buying more. I started creating a shopping list and sticking to it. Aldi’s was my main grocery stop.

I had to kick the online shopping habit I picked up, as a person who’s job actually involves subscribing to numerous eCommerce promotional email newsletters (i.e. I knew about every major sale as it launched). It was easy to stop buying “stuff” if I reminded myself of my goal to spend the next year with no more possessions than what can fit in a carry-on backpack.

In short ….

  • I became acutely conscious and aware of my spending. I questioned every single penny I spent–though not too obsessively. I set spending rules for myself, AND I STUCK TO THEM.
  • I reassessed my living expenses. I got a roommate about 9 months before I planned to leave. Then 2 months before my departure date, I moved back in with my parents. Paying nothing for rent really accelerates the saving process.
  • I created a “Fun Jar.” Though I didn’t cut out all extra fun or entertainment opportunities with friends, I did cut down significantly. I am young and I didn’t want to stop living now just so I could start living in May. So I started putting a portion of the cash I made at my waitress job in a “fun jar,” so I always had a little spending money set aside when fun stuff came up. If something came up and there was no money in the jar–and it wasn’t an activity I manage to do for free–chances are I wouldn’t do it. I turned down a few weekend trips and sky diving using this logic. It wasn’t easybut I felt OK with those decisions.
  • I got good at taking advantage of deals, sales, coupons for only the purchases that I really needed to make.
  • I became a mooch. I frequented my parents place for dinner more than I had in the past. I couldn’t say no to free food opportunities.**
  • I took advantage of cheap or  free alternatives. I used the library more instead of buying books. I used Hulu or Netflix instead of cable.
  • I kept my eye on the prize and stayed focused. This was important, since I gave myself less than 9 months to increase my savings by 400-500%. I’d recommend starting early, give yourself at least a year.

**I realize that by disclosing some of this information, I may be compromising any glimmer of hope that anyone would ever consider me a “cool” young person (especially the information regarding me creating spreadsheets and calculations for fun) and probably pushes me even deeper into the nerd zone. And that many of these facts may even make it appear that I have “no life.”  I think I’m OK with this–especially since the end result may involve me spending up to the next year in a state of mini-retirement.

Almost Ready for That Leap

Somewhere between climbing a volcano, sleeping in a jungle treehouse and browsing open-air markets, my dream began growing

“Cherish your visions and your dreams, as they are the children of your soul; the blueprints of your ultimate achievements.”
– Napoleon Hill

This blog was conceived because of a dream. And from that dream a real-life plan began gestating.

This plan consumed much of my thoughts for a solid 9-11 months. Beginning as the size of a grain of rice, with each month it grew until it was far too large to ignore–until it could do nothing but emerge into a sort of life changing entity.

This plan darn near took over my life. But it was OK. I developed a mother-child relationship with the plan. I helped the plan grow, develop, flourish; and in turn the plan brought to me a sort of school-girl-in-love giddiness–the kind that can be rare in this life. It provided me with a joy deep inside. A joy that made me feel warm and happy and bursting with energy. Through this, I learned that a meaningful life is purpose driven–whatever that purpose might be. I grew very attached; I loved the plan. I guided it and filled it with knowledge; careful not to become too controlling of its development. The best plans are flexible and adaptable.

For my plan, sometimes I worked nearly 60 hours a week. I lived on a strict budget–pinched the life out of every penny. For my plan I created detailed spreadsheets. I spent hours every single day reading, researching and learning.  I stopped shopping at the “fancy” grocery stores, I stopped visiting out of town friends, and I even stayed in on a far share of Saturday nights. I cut down on my alcohol consumption. I cut out any monthly expense that was not completely necessary or in favor of my plan. I avoided malls like the plague. I began teaching myself Spanish, so that when my plan was finally born, I could understand it. For my plan, I turned down skydiving

As my plan grew, I needed to begin rearranging my life to make room for it. First, I began donating my unnecessary possessions to friends, family or charity. Next, I (painfully) said goodbye to my home of the last two years–my amazing apartment. And just recently, I gave my resignation notice to my supervisors at my current job.

Finally, it seems my hard work has been rewarded. My plan has manifested in the form of a crisp one-way ticket to South America. One that I intend to use on Saturday, May 5. One that I can say that I’m actually ready for–or as ready as I’ll ever be.

Starting on May 5,  I will travel indefinitely. I will volunteer, couchsurf, WOOF, learn Spanish and travel through Latin America “on a shoe string” as Lonely Planet likes to call it.  Starting in Peru and working my way up through Ecuador, Columbia, and then up to Panama and through Central America until I reach Mexico. Roughly. I will not follow a strict schedule. I will stay in one place as long as I see fit. I will write, see & do amazing things, meet inspiring people, volunteer, learn all that I can, and until further notice–live the life of a a traveler.

My time is near, and my toes are peaking over the edge.

Apartment Love Story

It all started with an ad in the Monroe Times. Followed by a visit and walk-through with the landlord.

From the moment I walked through her doorway–original wood work, 12 ft. ceilings, white washed walls, original light fixtures, lofty skylights streaming sunlight, beautifully finished wood floors, built-ins, ahhhh–I was in love.

I went back to my parents house, sure that I would soon inhabit that work of art overlooking the historical Green County courthouse.

A month later, I was living in that beautiful space. My 1200 sq. ft. haven.

I filled this space with random knick-knacks, garage sale treasures and St. Vinnie’s finds. Somehow it all just worked. And from that moment on, that apartment held a special energy for me–I found it hard to ever be grumpy or sad, when behind her walls.

For the year and 7 months I lived in my “downtown” penthouse, I loved everything about that apartment–I loved the grand master bedroom, complete with chandelier, spacious closet and skylight. I loved the bright, white bathroom; vaulted ceilings, morning sun streaming through–you guessed it–another skylight. I even loved the tiny outdated kitchen with no dishwasher.

Where she lacked in modern amenities she more than made up in old world charm..

It’s never been difficult for me to give an object away–a finished book, an old pair of shoes, scarf or purse. I find dropping a load off at St. Vinny’s hugely therapeutic. The weight of those objects have been lifted from my shoulders, leaving me feeling lighter and freer.

However, when it comes to places; houses, landmarks, neighborhoods, entire cities–I find myself forming strong emotional attachments. Attachments I reflect on weeks, months, sometimes years later. Often my mind wanders to those spots when I’m distracted or in “one of those moods.” …The rustic red house my grandparents lived in when I was a child; the rocky beach near our family cabin on Washington Island; and I have a feeling, soon my mind will wander to the bright & spacious front room of my downtown Monroe Apartment….

Most often, I know my underlying feelings stem from the people and relationships which I’ve attached to the memories of those places–rather than the actual places. However with this apartment, many of my fondest memories involve spending time alone. Reading by the front window, laying in bed on a snowy Saturday watching hulu on my laptop, or trying a new recipe in my kitchen.

You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You can’t get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you’re doing. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself. – Alan Alda

But as “they” say– all good things must come to an end… change is the only constant…bla bla and other crap…

I’m afraid that now, at this point in my life, I just can’t chose comfort and luxury over adventure and experience…Quite simply, it’s time for me to move on.

Farewell old home, it’s definitely not you. It’s me.

“He who is outside his door already has the hardest part of his journey behind him.” — Dutch proverb