I feel very nice.

I took my laundry off the drying rack and it felt really nice. I shaved and my skin did OK—it usually does terribly because my skin sucks. I’m excited for my deliveries next week, I’m really hoping I get both. I’ve now ordered three things independently: a pack of playing cards, the backpack, and the shoes. Kinda sounds like the beginning of a bad joke; me saying that is a meta-joke because saying “sounds like the beginning of a bad joke” is a bad joke, by the way, don’t think I’m unaware.

I specifically want to get the backpack… I ordered it because my old one is busted and I’ll be travelling on Friday. They say 4-8 days, but I believe they also said to order before Monday or something to get next-day? That makes no sense, maybe I dreamed this. Not sure, but PLEEEEEASE let me get it this week.

Even if I don’t, it’s OK, of course it’s OK, but it is a pain in the butt. Whatever. At least the shoes should come on Thursday.

My housemates have been clogging the fridge and taking my space. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t mind as I barely use my space anyway, but I’ve recently decided to buy some tuna for sandwiches. I need space. I may need to have a talk with them. Hopefully I don’t. We’ll see how things go this week.

Feeling a bit tired now.

I’m really passionate about having a pleasant life, I think that’s what defines me. I like having little to no worries. That sounds obvious and universal, but you’d be surprised how much people enjoy getting into conundrums and complications. Watching all these fashion videos recently I’m just… Taken aback, by some people’s obsession with trends. Isn’t that silly? I find it very silly, then again, I’m me so how would I know what’s silly or not for anyone else. I don’t mean to sound higher-than-thou. My dream isn’t to find the next great shoe or the next cool brand, it’s to find a nice shirt I can buy 15 of. If there’s a shirt I love and think is perfect, I want 15 of them, one for every day of the week, then seven more in case I can’t so laundry for some reason, and one extra for laundry day. Socks, briefs, pants, shoes… I feel the same about everything. I want the one piece. THE ONE PIECE?! Yes, voice in my head as I write this, the one piece of clothing that perfectly suits my taste and needs.

It’s hard to think of every possible kind of garment that might suit me. There’s the short sleeve white T, of course. I’m big on dark colours so I also want the short sleeve T in black. Same thing with cold-weather sweaters. General socks and cold-weather socks, I suppose. Briefs are just briefs. A wind-breaker, a warm-weather raincoat and a cold-weather raincoat, maybe. Light jeans, dark jeans. Hot weather shoes, general shoes, and wet shoes. Hat. Light jacket and warm jacket. Grey sweatpants, grey sweatshorts (you know what I mean). I can’t really think of anything else, to be honest. It’d just be a matter of finding the ideal piece for each of these categories and getting duplicates.

Maybe I’m bonkers.

Saw someone on Reddit today say that they felt behind on their finances because they’re 35, live in London, and have something like 140k in savings. If I were to keep going at my current pace (which I intend to increase over the years so this wouldn’t be the case but still) I’d have around 200k at 35, assuming my investments work out. Perhaps a big assumption, but I believe in it. That’s 12 years from now, for me. In my Net Worth sheets I have to track my progress and goals I assume a 3.5% inflation rate. Meaning my 200k at 35 would be equivalent to 132k in today’s money. Sure, 3.5% is high, I assumed high inflation on purpose to account for bad things happening in my model, a more reasonable 2.5% would put me at 148k but still, my plan is to be about where that person is right now when I’m them. Terrible sentence there, but hopefully you catch my meaning.

And they felt behind.

Obviously, they aren’t behind, but still, that kind of hit me. I don’t like to think about this too much, I don’t believe it’s very productive, but there’s that feeling that maybe I’m being too slow. My goal is to be a millionaire by 50, basically. By my calculations, this is possible. Very possible, in fact. I will need to increase how much I save on a monthly basis (I save around €800, currently) but as I progress in my field and my career advances this will hopefully be possible. I mean, if in 10 years time I can start saving just €300 more per month that would make it possible.

So much can change, so much will change. Maybe my priorities will change, but still.

Looking at this, I wonder. Should I have just invested the money I spent on things, this month? I’m scared to get lost in this obsession with getting to seven figures and forget to live comfortably, kinda like how these fashion obsesseds lose track of their identity chasing trends. What a banger line, huh? I’m insufferable.

xoxo