If you’re like me, you spend the days between Christmas and New Years thinking about life. That’s what I love about this time of the year. People actually stop and think about their lives.
What just happened to the last 365 days? What happened to me? My relationships? My body? My family? My money?
I am a big believer in the magical art of spending money on yourself. Forget lattes, manicures and “investment jewelry.” I’m talking about spending cash on the kind of shit that really changes you. A workshop, a book, a coach (no mom, that’s not Coach with a capital C), a trip.
I’m talking about making a purchase so bold you stop and question if you’re worth it, if you’ll actually show up for yourself, or if it will just eventually join the list of all the other things you spent money for and then bailed on.
Last year, that purchase was the domain for this blog. It was $10.49, and I remember that I was too embarrassed to even tell A that I paid that much for it. Spending money on a blog?! Who did I think I was?!
In 2013, it was buying my ex out of our crazy shitshow house.
In 2012, it was buying that (crazy shitshow) house.
Here are my 3 best investments of 2015:
The Desire Map
Damn, Danielle Leporte is the real shit.
This book / miracle / truth-bomb came to me by way of my awe-inspiring friend Chelsea of The New Wifestyle. When she first mentioned it, I gave her my whole “I’m not really into ooey-gooey, please don’t make me read The Secret” spiel, and she gave me her “Dude, STFU. Just get the book” response.
So I got the book. And Chelsea, if you’re reading this, I’m going to be honest: I still haven’t read the whole thing.
Butttt, the part I did read blew my mind, totally inspired me, and actually brought me to tears in a public park.
And all for like $12 bucks. So c’mon people, STFU. Just get the book.
Here’s a picture of me in tears at a public park. Seriously, look closely. You can see teardrops.
A capsule wardrobe (and a personal stylist)
The truth is out. In my quest for a capsule wardrobe, I hired a personal stylist. She showed up to my sketchy suburbia apartment in a silk blazer and little green pants and was the most perfectly put-together and good-smelling human I’ve ever encountered.
What is a capsule wardrobe? It’s 37 items (including coats and shoes, but not including bras or socks) that makes up your entire closet. In my case, I also wanted everything to match and to have a cohesive “look.” I think this blog says it best: “Simple definition? It’s a mini wardrobe made up of really versatile pieces that you completely LOVE to wear.”
I am a remarkably unfashionable person. It is the bane of Andrew’s existence that I consistently wear gym pants to work, brown boots with black tights, mismatched socks, and wrinkly blouses. I never thought much of it – that was just who I was. Maybe I even used it as a self-deprecating joke. look how quirky and unmatched I am, I don’t give a flying fuck at a rolling donut.
But this year, I felt a longing. To be something different. I wanted to feel confident in my clothes. I wanted to spend less time agonizing over what to wear every time we went out. And, I wanted to own less clothes but love more of the clothes I owned.
Full disclosure (because it’s late at night and I’m getting sleepy): The stylist made me throw away every piece of clothing I owned except for 4 pieces. I spent about $900 on pants, dresses, blouses, shoes, jackets, blazers, and jeans. And another $500 on the personal stylist. Nerd alert – I just checked my capsule wardrobe spreadsheet so that I could give you accurate dollar amounts
So so so so much money. And so so so so worth it.
A ticket home.
I was five days into a miserable work trip and sick as a dog. I was living off of room service in a crappy hotel, jet-lagged out of my mind, and to top it all off, I had a cold sore (yep, talk about making a stellar first impression at my new job).
Weeks earlier, I had come up with the genius idea to tack a weekend trip on to the end of my work trip and go see my college friends in Brooklyn. But now, feverish and sweaty in a hotel bed, with New York in state of emergency in preparation Hurricane Joaquin, all I wanted to do was go home.
So I did.
I took out my credit card and I bought a one way ticket home. In the space of an hour, I threw my clothes in my suitcase, called a cab, and went to the airport.
It was a $200 lesson: saving money everyday means I’m able to save myself when I need it most.
To all my lovely readers, here’s to 2016. I hope you invest in something truly meaningful and life-changing this year, and also stop buying lattes, and also max out your 401K, and all the other good things too…