Being frugal has become much less easier for me since the establishment of my long-term goal: to live in my own space. Once I think of the kind of life that I want to live, (wearing sexy home wear, using the kitchen whenever I want to, having a bubble bath every night…) accessories, costly meals and beauty products are no longer temptations.
Life coaches/motivators/therapists agree on how determining a strong reason is on the rate of successfully reaching a goal. That’s why successful weight loss cases after heart wrenching breakups are more prominent than people who repeat the same Facebook status “I gotta lose some weights” because the anticipation of their ex-partners’ jaws dropping is a powerful driving force.
Years of collecting fancy home decor photos didn’t really contribute much to my action-taking. I need a more personal reason. For a change, I keep reminding myself the pain inflicted by my failure of saving enough money by asking: How much longer do I want to put up with all things unsightly living with my parents in a house with no fixed place for slippers and shoes, hair pin on the den, and nail polish next to the fish tank? (Sometimes my mum even work squatting on the floor.)
Though having my own room (in which I can exercise a certain degree of aesthetic rights) is considered a privilege in Hong Kong, there are still a lot more I am deprived of while living with my parents. I can’t prepare my own meals at my convenience. I can’t guarantee silence when I need to concentrate. These two are the critical input and output in my life and I want to guard them with all my will.
“Live your life to the fullest” is just a slogan until someone removes what limits her.