We’ve just passed the end of the financial year. A time full of frantic paperwork and crazy retail sales. Following the theme flowing around me, I sat down and did a review of our private finances yesterday, the 30th of June, 2012.
I was so pleased to see that we have made progress. After a year that had some pretty difficult twists and turns I was really quite surpised to see that we were further ahead at the end of that twisty year than when we began. Probably more importantly than the result itself (although that was nice to see) was the clean feeling I had when holding our finance folder. It’s clean, clear of chaos, with controlled strategies that have been followed week in and week out. Mostly 🙂
It hasn’t always been that way, and so, for a day, I kind of basked in a little self awarded glory. For getting our finances in order, working hard to be disciplined with our income (we’re both self employed) and our spending. We even went out and had a little EOFY family celebration.
Because after all, our work (the way we use our time) and our money (the things we do and do not do and buy) has an impact on everyone in our family, not just Dean and I. And we’ve all ended the year better off financially than we walked into it.
In this spirit of review and checking in, I decided to weigh myself this morning. I don’t do it often and usually rely on my body and my clothes to tell me how I’m travelling. I knew I’d been putting on weight over the last year, and had even bought up a size on a couple of items. But the number I saw this morning, was not one I was expecting. I probably stopped breathing, truth be told.
So now I have another thing to manage, monitor and improve. And that makes me sigh, and think quite childishly, it’s just never enough, is it.
I made a pact to myself a few years ago that I was in this thing (my life) for the long haul, and that it would require a commitment to my own ongoing and never ending improvement to do that. It was an idea that I was so sure of that I had it tattooed on me. And yet often the child in me just wants to stand there and whine “Why do I have to do it? I can’t do any more”.
Perhaps my job, Kathryn the 38 year old adult, is to take my child’s hand, and say “yes you can, I know you can”. My child wants to just tantrum and get it all done quickly and easily (surely there’s some magic diet or detox that can help me drop those kilos) or just sit down with a huge bowl of icecream and point you to my other achievements.
Instead, I looked kindly at my child and told her we needed to do this the right way. By agreeing to do more. Stop the junk and convenience “food”, cook more meals and snacks, prepare more of our food from scratch and find the time for both Dean and I to exercise. After all, without our health and our relationships, none of the marks on the financial report card matter.
Fortunately, my mum had given me a stand mixer a few weeks ago, which was sitting in the kitchen in a box. Today I bought a food processor / juicer, and stopped off at the local IGA for some good basic food ingredients. And so it begins.
Now to design a plan so that I can get back to a regular yoga practice and runs.
So please raise your glass (of water) to me doing more, in hope that I can become less. And so much more.