Frugal As Fuck

Frugal as fuck. That’s me in a nut shell. Not a pistachio nut shell because they are too damn expensive.

I wasn’t always this way. I’d like to say my spending habits have changed because I’ve grown up, or that maybe the Jew in me is coming out, but I don’t believe that’s the case. I believe it’s fear based. Fear of needing to make sure there will be enough for a rainy day when I know damn well it barely rains in Santa Barbara. I needn’t worry, yet I will do just about anything to save a dollar. I’ve become so frugal, that treating myself to anything that involves a monetary exchange causes more resistance than rowing up a stream, using a dollar bill as an oar.

I once attended some business guru’s seminar. She said something that really stuck with me. “You either say no for two reasons. You either don’t value the product or service, or you don’t value yourself enough to say yes.” When those words went into the microphone and echoed out into the room, my face resembled that of me as a child when I got caught using a butterfly net to scoop out shit in the toilet. Busted. I don’t value myself enough to say yes. That being said, I’ve certainly been improving and working on valuing and treating myself more (mostly in ways that don’t require a payment). When you boil it down, it’s all about self worth.

“Grow your self worth to grow your net worth “ #truth #preach is another valuable piece of advice I’ve learnt. Yes, I learnt it, but have I been implementing and embodying a woman with the self worth of a goddess? Ehh debatable. I’d certainly like to think so. My therapist would tell me otherwise. However, I’ve made leaps and bounds over the past few years, and I’m seeing results. Slowly but surely, It’s only a matter of time before I’m a baller who treats myself like the goddess I truly am.