Chance

The very long wait is over.

If you know me better, you probably know for a fact that I am a very frugal person.  I often choose practicality over quality.  I forego the best just to save money. I even perfected the art of just staring and imagining to own something because I refuse to see descending money figures.

It was a long discussion between myself and my savings. In the end, I had to tell myself that I need to spoil myself at times. Besides, there is none to do that until my son has a mind of his own and I remain to be the only woman he loves. After all, I pushed my baby out to see the world but ended up getting sliced open, turned a year older and had another Christmas—I guess I deserve something as a pat on my back.

So just this year, after giving birth to my first child, I realized I shouldn’t starve myself anymore. Well, at least not until I am paying for my kid’s tuition.  What is the use of money if it will just stay in the bank? What is the sense of just seeing figures when the rest of the senses are unsatisfied? Anyway, it’s a product of years of self-deprivation.  And I’ve convinced myself that a little pick at one point in a very rare moment is a way of life.

So as soon as I had my feet walking on the mall, I pulled out my wallet and off to one of the things that I used to drool on whenever I chance upon someone wearing it.  I felt so proud.  Its just one of those very times that I feel like a richman's daughter. Haha. But really, it was a rare feeling. And honestly, at some point, I think I liked it.

Priorities. Priorities.  I’m putting an end to it. Now.

Thank you for the rare chance, though.