A Lesson With Contentment

Looking over my blog, it has come to appear that I am spoiled. There is this sense about the way I post here that suggests I am always getting what I want and that I am never not getting something. I cannot deny how the blog looks, but I can deny that I am spoiled in that sense.

I am spoiled in other ways based on the opinions of others. I have always hated that term, though. Spoiled, to me, is something rotten and undesired. It is that which is thrown away and discarded. I understand the term as it applies to a person. I was called it may times by my mother growing up; though she meant it usually in jest. Still, it bothered me.

In terms of material objects and experiences, I have had a plentiful life thus far. My residence is full of books, hair accessories, dolls, and craft and art supplies. I have been giving help do to things I may never have had the chance to do otherwise, to have a higher education, to have a place to live during these hard times, and countless other things I could never express enough gratitude for no matter how I try.

I do my best to manage my spending when it comes to my hobbies and my collection. I ensure that other expenses are cared for first and only allot myself so much money to do with as I want. If I want something big, such as my Tonner dolls, I have to save up my money and/or have a larger than normal pay check coming to me and a valid reason to spend the money. (Happy birthday to me!)

There are many things I had to wait for in this world to get, and some things I am thinking I will never acquire for my collection. At this point, I am all right with that. Would I like to have them? Of course, but I know there are more important things that my money needs to be spent on. A glorious LE doll of Mother Gothel, while desired, is not worth two months of health insurance money. Still, I will search my sites and watch for the deals that are just too good to pass up. Until then, my little stockpile of personal money will remain growing slowly quarter by quarter between paychecks, falling into my Rapunzel piggy bank.

I am, however, content with what I have right now and am in no hurry to spent my money on anything new for the time being; except a project that has been planned for the last few months. A plan that is best saved for another post.