Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Budgeting Your Life: Part 2 .5

After my last post, I received a few requests to share templates for our joint budget and menu/shopping docs.

Ask and you shall receive! 

Click HERE to view the Joint Budgeting/Spending Template

Click HERE to view the Weekly Menu/Shopping Template  

Remember, the important thing is that it works for you. And this might not. But feel free to play around and customize as you wish. If you are sharing with a friend, spouse, etc. adjust the sharing settings giving them full edit rights. A newbie to Google Drive (formerly Google Docs)? Don't fret, you can easily find answers to any questions by doing a quick, yup you guessed it, Google search.  Lastly, one of the reasons we are a huge fan of Google Drive is that we can access it anywhere via the iPhone Google Drive app - I am sure there is a similar version available for other smartphones.

Oh it also helps to give them fun titles - our budget is called "Show Me the Money" and our menu/shop list "Feed Me Baby."  Feel free to steal either- enjoy! 


Saturday, January 25, 2014

Budgeting Your Life: Part 2

In the last post, I shared my frustration at returning to disciplined budgeting of dollars and calories while doing so in a way that is realistic for where our lives are now (versus four years ago).  The first thing I tackled was our fiscal budget. While I wouldn't say we had been bad with our money, we certainly had not been as targeted as we could have been with our saving or our spending.  Once again, I found my mind drifting back to four years ago when I was solo in NYC (and when I say solo, I mean Dave was 3,000 miles away in Los Angeles so I was budgeting solo and not feeling the temptation to go out to dinner or a movie, etc.).  During my last eight months living in NYC, I had managed to pay off over $11,000 in credit card debt, save roughly $15,000, and buy a used car.  And as I looked back on that time (cue wavy arms and dream sequence music), all I wanted to picture was the end result - some fantasy version of myself skipping down the sidewalk a la Mary Tyler Moore and throwing my hat in the air, along with a few Benjamins, while exclaiming "I did it!"  Because it's always way easier to fantasize about how it felt to reach a goal, rather than reminding yourself of all the hard work it took to get there.  And, ya know, there are also just a few teensy tiny things different in my life now versus then.

First, four years ago I was living rent free.  In New York City.  Yes, that wasn't a typo.  When my New York friends are done shaking their fists in the air, know (as you probably already do) that I was also living with my then 88 (now 92) year old Grandfather, a.k.a. Grand Master G.  Now, let me say this - may we all be so lucky to live well into our golden years as fully independent and active as Grand Master G.  Seriously. And so while I did not need to be Grand Master G's caretaker, I also wasn't exactly having friends over for cocktails.

Second, given the roughly eight months or so I had before making the move to Los Angeles, I had no other choice but to be smart with my money.  Resisting the temptation to splurge on a dinner out, concerts, etc. was not easy but it was all a part of my short term goals:  get out of debt, save money, and buy a car.  I literally could not move unless I accomplished these goals.  It also helped that for the first time in my adult life, I had a job with a predictable income. But again, the key take away here? Short term goals.  While I wasn't consciously saying "just two more months and then you can spend however you want again," looking back I was not envisioning the bigger picture beyond my move date.  So in a sense, my crazy budgeting felt temporary rather than a new habit I would continue with going forward.

Third, while I knew Dave and I were serious (umm, did you read my first point about living rent free in NYC which I gave up to move out with him?), I wasn't looking ahead to a life beyond renting an apartment or living paycheck to paycheck as artists.  And, since my parents have always taught me to be strong and independent, no matter how serious I knew Dave and I were, I did not want to move to the other side of the country with financial baggage setting me up to be reliant on anyone else - a point driven home to me from countless waitressing shifts comforting coworkers as they sobbed their way through their third shift that day, as they attempted to save up enough to move out of a studio apartment they shared with their suddenly ex-boyfriend.  I had vowed never to be that girl.

Fourth, I was scared out of my mind.  While I was ready for palm trees and sunshine, I was also terrified.  Buying and owning a car for the first time seemed to me like buying a loaded gun.  Not only were there the upfront costs (purchase, registration, insurance, etc.) but what would happen if/when it broke down? In my head I imagined I would drive across the California border, pull over and get out to do a victory dance celebrating how far I had come (both literally and figuratively) and then turn around to see the car had spontaneously combusted.  Okay fine, that was a little dramatic.  But you get the idea. After hearing horror stories from other Cali friends about sky high repair bills and the wear and tear on their cars  - but the absolute necessity of having one - I was petrified that something would happen and drain my bank account.  So that also motivated me to save more before the move.

In the end, everything worked out okay.  I purchased my car from my Dad (who probably would have shelled out every last cent of his retirement for a new car before selling his "little girl" one that wasn't safe as she moved 3,000 miles away), I paid off all of my debt, saved extra to have for car repairs and to buy new furniture in California, and then suddenly before I knew it, it was time to move. And while I attempted to continue my newfound love for budgeting, it just didn't happen. I did remain more aware of our "budget" and avoided getting into the sort of debt that I had ran up in my early twenties, so that was great.  But, as far as targeted spending and saving?  It felt impossible.  Not only was I returning to an unpredictable income (both in terms of amount paid and when received), I was merging incomes for the first time in my life.  Having shared some expenses with Dave while we toured the country in our previous job, I had naively thought this would be easy.  It was not.  So little by little, the savings decreased.  The credit card that hadn't been used since being paid off reappeared (albeit this time only for costly cross-country flights not for dinner, clothes, and movies, but it still reappeared). And yet, we muddled our way through.  Until we decided we didn't want to muddle anymore.

Deciding to relocate back "home" to the East coast was a tough decision (one that could easily take up several posts).  But at the end of the day, we decided that we wanted to look ahead to the bigger picture.  Having become an Aunt and Uncle for the first time (and also now engaged), we realized how much work was ahead of us if we wanted to continue building the sort of life we envisioned for the future.  We knew we were lucky to have graced stages all across this beautiful country - and if we were to interview our twelve year old selves and tell them that's what we would get to do, it would have blown our minds.  And while yes, we never made it to Broadway and you never heard us on the big screen (but you will see the back of my head in two seconds...wait for it...there! That was me!), we also had dreams of owning a house, traveling the world, and providing the sort of lives for our future children that our parents provided for us.  We did not want to miss out on all the other dreams we have, from tiny to big, while chasing after one bigger dream.

The past two years has certainly been an adjustment.  Moving back, getting new jobs, Dave taking classes and applying to Nursing school,  getting married, and buying our first home.  It was a whirlwind.  And while we had again paid off the small balance of flights on our credit card and now had predictable income (and had been very good about squirreling away all of the generous wedding gifts we had received), we were still muddling along.  Granted, we were doing a much better job at muddling, but still muddling along.  We were saving but without any sort of predictable frequency.  We were making all of our bills but without attention to the time table for when they were due, leading to frantic transferring between accounts.  We were taking "quick runs" to the store and coming back with unnecessary things which doubled the bill.

Finally, in April of last year I realized we needed to get on track once and for all.  My Father had given me a wonderful book entitled "On My Own Two Feet: A Modern Girl's Guide to Personal Finance" back when I lived in NYC.  After it had collected dust on a shelf for about two years, when I finally picked it up and gave it a read it had been the single greatest motivator in helping me to get "on my own two feet" the first time around.  One of the most powerful sentiments in the book is how we let money control our lives and yet regard it as taboo - we do not discuss it with our friends and family. Women will talk about everything under the sun (and I mean everything) but we don't chat about our retirement plans, budgeting, or financial goals.  Now, yes it is a sensitive issue.  They're not saying pull out a laptop and compare bank accounts.  BUT, I realized the first time around that like with anything in life, if you ignore it you can't fix it.  By ignoring my credit card debt in my early twenties, I gave it shame power.  Embarrassed, I imagined that I was the only one with that much debt.  Gingerly broaching the topic with friends helped me to realized I was not alone in my frustrations OR my goals.  This helped to take away the power that my "secret" had had over me and helped motivate me towards achieving my goals.  Returning to that same idea, I started chatting with those same friends - many of them also now married.  How do you divide up your income (again, not discussing numbers - just pieces of the pie)?  How do you handle the bills? Shopping? Retirement accounts? Fun money?

Once again, talking about my frustrations helped me to realize I was not alone.  And that they systems my friends had come up with were the results of trial and error, and are still works in progress.  I started thinking about some of the things they shared as well as tips on blogs, etc.  Keep a notebook tracking joint spending or shopping lists? Hmm. Okay, yeah I used to do that in New York.  I had a bright yellow steno pad and pencil and was constantly updating my budget/spending/goals.  But, it was also just for me.  How will we both share the notebook given we are out of the house a lot?  I suppose we can write down our separate spending and then update it, but that seems like a recipe for failure...ugh, now I just want to eat cookies and book a vacation to Jamaica, screw budgeting!

And so my thoughts continued until I realized that I was focusing on the wrong thing - how to make our lives work for the solution, instead of finding a solution that works for our lives.  If a physical notebook won't work, how about a virtual one?  So I took the same template I had used on my steno pad and put it into a Google doc spreadsheet tracking all of our income, debits, savings, and accounts and input formulas to have all columns interact/update accordingly. I also created another Google doc with our weekly menu and shopping list (which has helped to cut way down on our our grocery bill, while also helping with budgeting of calories which I'll talk about more in my next post). The first few weeks were a little wonky, for lack of a better term.  But slowly and surely, we kept evolving the spreadsheet to a place that worked for both of us.  We can access the sheet on our iPhones or from desktops, and it updates in real time.  For example, last week Dave got out of class early and offered to go grocery shopping but I had not finished the menu/shopping list yet.  I quickly went in and updated it and by the time he got to the store, the list was all set.  Or when one of us has an unbudgeted expense (a school fee, etc.) pop up, into the budget it goes so the other person sees it before deciding to pay a bill early, etc.  We also decided to pay ourselves a certain amount of "me" money each pay period.  This money has basically eliminated any argument over my husband's Dunkin' Donuts fix or my occasional mani/pedi.  If it's not in the "me" money, then it doesn't happen.  Lastly, it allows us to look ahead and see how certain budget items might affect us down the line. This was one of the biggest problems for us in the past - looking ahead to allocate correctly for bill dates, and not feeling like one week we had "extra" cash when really it needed to be earmarked for something else.

Since starting our new budget approach this past April, we have returned to a more targeted approach of spending and saving, while still having it fit into our lifestyles.  It's not for everyone, but it works for us. And that's the most important thing.  Someone else's solution might not work for you, but it can inspire you to find a way that will work for you.  The key is to stop focusing on all the reasons you think you can NOT do something, and instead find a way that you can.  I wasted so much energy focusing on why life four years ago allowed me to achieve my goals and how life now has so many more obstacles, instead of seeing that those "obstacles" aren't really obstacles at all.   In fact, this time around it has been even easier and all the more fun knowing that Dave and I are saving together.  For our goals, for our future, for our dreams.  We are not just budgeting for now, but we are budgeting for Life.





Sample of our budget template using placeholder numbers not our actual income/bill numbers (because we dream of finding a $500 monthly mortgage in the Metro Boston area!) 

Friday, January 17, 2014

Budgeting Your Life: Part 1

Four years ago I was living in New York City counting my pennies, my calories, and the days until I moved out West to join my then boyfriend (now husband) Dave in Los Angeles.  During that time I successfully paid off over $11,000 of credit card debt, saved up nearly $15,000, purchased a car, shed roughly 60 pounds, and attained a size 2/4 depending on where I was shopping (the smallest size I had ever been, and probably ever will be, in my life).  I set goals and surpassed them.  I ran my first road race in Central Park, successfully running four miles and thinking (nearly the entire time) about the girl who couldn't run a single mile back in high school. I had a perfect stranger take my picture while I flipped off the HSBC branch at 53rd and 8th after making my final payment and becoming officially debt free.  But it wasn't easy.  It took discipline and meticulous tracking of my bank account and diet. It also helped that Dave was 3,000 miles away, I was living rent free in my Grandfather's apartment, and I had a built-in workout courtesy of my urban commute. Looking back though, that's not what I remember. What I remember was the end result - not all the hard work it took to get there.

So what happened next?  Well, I moved to Los Angeles bound and determined to keep up my intensely disciplined budgeting (both in the monetary and caloric sense).  After all, I was trading my trusty yellow Metrocard for a car (and all the associated expenses therein...you don't have to pay more when the A train breaks down...all.the.time.), and it would more important than ever to stay in shape in the land of plastic, right?  Great theory on paper, much harder in practice.  Returning to acting full-time meant returning to an non-existent unpredictable income.  Logging hours at the gym and miles on the treadmill suddenly wasn't as appealing when the love of your life calls you on your way home to say he's cooking delicious gnocchi, just popped a bottle of red, and the newest movie from Netflix arrived.   Now that's not to say we weren't watching our money or being active.  In fact, we count the abundance of local produce that made it easy to have lots of tasty but healthy recipes and the beautiful mountains for hiking as two of the things we miss most from our time in California. And it was one of those very hikes that started the downhill spiral (pun intended) of my fitness routine.  On an endorphin high from a great bootcamp workout where the trainer encouraged hiking and stretching after class to help the lactic acid drain out (given I couldn't lift my arms to put my hair in a ponytail after the arms day), Dave and I headed to our favorite hiking spot.  It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon and I was loving life.  As we descended down the back side of the trail, I was particularly struck by what an awesome day it was to be alive and started to proclaim as such.  It went a little something like this:

Me: "Isn't this just the most BEEEA-UUUU-TIFUL day? I feel SO good, I mean I just feel so healthy, and alive, and I am just so -"

The Trail: Ooooh here comes an nice unsuspecting hiker for me to give way on...let me shake myself just a bit and, yup...down she goes! Muhahahahha. Got her!

(Insert various sounds of tumbling, snapping, and screams of pain)

Me (after I stopped screaming in pain): Seriously???? No, I mean SERIOUSLY? I start talking about how life is wonderful, and then THIS?  

The rest of it was a blur of expletives intermingled with my attempts to get up and "walk it off" while Dave looked on in concern since I could barely walk.  You get the picture.  We are pretty sure I probably fractured something but thanks to the joys of not having health insurance at the time - coupled with my stubborn Irish nature - I insisted that I limp down the rest of the trail.  When I got home and took off my sneaker my ankle ballooned up and the next week consisted of icing, elevating, and anything I could try to do to heal it.  Again, looking back we are pretty sure this was not merely a bad sprain and I probably should have sought medical treatment.  But I didn't.  So an injury that should have taken six weeks to heal took six'sh or so months.  I was back up hobbling around again a week or two later but it would be a good while until I could wear something other than sneakers and an ankle brace (ya know, except for when I wore high heels to my best friend's wedding three weeks later...yeah, probably shouldn't have done that...do you ever start writing about your past and then realize some of the stupid things you have done? Sigh, perspective...).  I can honestly say this was the most painful injury I have ever had and given how long the recovery was (again, to all you medical types reading - I KNOW.  My fault, completely), I found myself pretty nervous to start running or hiking again.

Parallel to this was a deep realization of how risky it was for us to be living without health insurance.  And this of course was the key to a Pandora's box filled with all sorts of other questions about our careers, money, and the existential question of "what are we doing with our lives?" And while this was an epiphany moment of sorts, it would really take another year or so until we returned to the East coast for our respective siblings' weddings that we finally gave voice to what we knew in our hearts for so long - something needed to change.

And boy did things change.

In the past two years since moving back East to the Boston area I found an awesome job,  we got married, purchased our first home, Dave completed all his pre-reqs with a straight A average, and he got accepted to and started an amazing Nursing program - and yes, we now have health insurance.  We have been, and are, beyond blessed and have accomplished more in this short period of time than I ever dreamed possible.  BUT (and yes, there is always a but), throughout this whirlwind of change, I still remained frustrated about how to return to disciplined budgeting in a realistic way for where our lives are now, versus four years ago. So, this past year I started to change my thinking.  Using the ol' glass-half-full formula, I challenged myself to stop thinking about all the ways my "old" lifestyle in NYC seemingly allowed me to obtain all my financial and fitness goals, and how our "new" lifestyle somehow prevents us from doing the same. Instead, I started embracing how being married gives me the best coach I could hope for by my side, and how being four years wiser gives me new perspective and goals.

With that new attitude in mind, we started getting to work....  (TO BE CONTINUED)