My friends: Blacky, Nick, Narelle and Landon enjoying a day out with sparkling nashi wine at the Berry Farm, Margaret River.
Two weeks ago, I was living the high life, splashing money all over the place.
Going to the beach? Let’s pick up a six-pack of ciders, I’d say.
Hungry? It was a choice of fresh, ready-made meals from IGA, the pub or takeaway Indian/pizza/Chow.
I drove my fuel-guzzling car from house to beach to winery to town non-stop, and I shouted my visiting friends to whatever indulgence I could.
I love living that way.
However, it caught up with me and this week life decided to teach me a lesson.
On Monday, I was driving home from the beach when I was pulled over by the police for a broken headlight (care of roo incident two weeks prior).
I did well in hiding the fact that I’d just shared a whole bottle of sparkling passionfruit with Nick and they didn’t breathalyze me, thank goodness (ps. I will never drive post-drinking again).
But I got what WA calls a “yellow sticker” which means my baby Merc is under strict order to visit “the pits” where it will be scrutinised from bonnet to tail light and slapped with many bills for fixing whatever they find. Gah.
That same night, my Mum sent me a worried message on Facebook. “Zann, Jaz is sick. I don’t know what’s wrong. She has a large lump on her leg and she seems listless and sad.”
I took Jaz to the vet the following day and discovered she had cancer.
Luckily, the kind vet told me that it won’t harm her and can’t spread, but it will eventually irritate her enough that it will have to be removed before it grows back within the following 12 months.
$200 for that was definitely worth it, but with $0 savings I was suddenly worried about affording everything I needed to pay for – phone bill, rent, flights to and from Adelaide next week, my car.
Adults are faced with so much responsibility which can be lurking in the subconscious for so long, until life goes, ‘Wait! You cannot have this much fun!”
So everyone has to learn how to behave and save for that famed rainy day we’re all warned about.
Have you learnt to save by whatever age you are now? Was there a particular event that taught you a lesson?