Trying my best to be better. Art, Personal Finance, Life.
Hi, my name is S, and I’m a 30-something writer / artist / educator / amateur cook / outdoorsy human living in the western United States.
I started my blog as a way to improve my life. After all, wordpress is cheaper than therapy (that’s a joke. OR IS IT?). I write about the things that matter most to me (or that I obsess over), such as: personal finance and money issues that come with being a millennial who grew up poor; art and creativity; travel and moving and other nomadic life stuff; and probably some paranormal things as well, because my anxiety has convinced me that my apartment is haunted.
This year, I decided to participate in Inktober 2020. For those of you that don’t know, Inktober is a drawing ‘challenge’ that happens every October. There are themes for each day, and people (I hesitate to use the word ‘artists’ as that feels unnecessary exclusionary) are challenged to create one drawing around the theme each day.
I’ve been trying to prioritize my art lately, something which is incredibly difficult when you work at an educational institution during active teaching time. Over the last few weeks my days have been stretching into nine, ten, and sometimes eleven hour days (which, frankly, is incredibly unsustainable). Carving out the time to do even a small drawing a day can sometimes be difficult–however, I’m pleased to say I’ve made it the entire month so far (with only two more days to go!).
I think this has been a really effective way of keeping myself accountable for making art without having the burden of coming up with my own ideas. Additionally, connecting my art with hashtags to the greater Inktober conversation is a good way to stay motivated (I mean, the handful of likes also helps…I’m only human, after all).
If posting on social media, you can use hashtags (#Inktober, #inktober2020) to connect your drawings to the larger collection. It’s a great way to discover new artists on instagram (and it’s been nice to find some new people to follow).
Now I’m trying to figure out what I’d like to do for November. NaNoWriMo is in November, so I could write ~1500 words every day and end up with a 50,000 word novel. I’d like to keep up the drawing/art train though, so I might either (a) find a new art challenge or (b) just do the 2019 prompt list, and then follow with the 2018 Inktober prompt list for December, lol.
I started an instagram last month for Enough But Better, so if you want to see all of the Inktober drawings, you can head on over there (the first posts are just me chronicling my colonoscopy food journey, though, lol). I drew an alien for one of the early days and really dug him, so my Inktober turned into Alien Inktober, lol.
Did you do Inktober this year? How are you staying creative in these *coughcough* “trying times”?
WARNING: This post has a lot of medical TMI including v*mit and butt stuff. If that freaks you out, maybe skip this one. Also, if you don’t want to read the narrative, I’ve put some FAQs at the bottom of the post.
As I’ve described before on the blog, I have a lot of stupid digestive issues going on. After falling sick again in July, not wanting to eat for like a week, and going in to have my guts pressed on to make sure nothing was exploding, I finally got referred to a GI. After my GI consult (over video, thanks COVID!), the doctor said that, while statistically it seemed unlikely that I would have something like Crohn’s or Ulcerative Colitis, I had enough symptoms to make a colonoscopy worthwhile.
“There’s a 95% chance that it’s just IBS, but if you’re going to worry about it, I would recommend a colonoscopy and upper endoscopy,” she said.
To which I laughed. As if I wouldn’t worry about it, I thought. That’s cute.
I just had the procedure last week, and in the days leading up to it, I did copious amounts of google-ing to see what it would be like. I thought it was only fair to add my experience to help elucidate others who are going through this procedure.
ALSO PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NOT A DOCTOR. This is just my experience. This is not medical advice. I am not qualified to give medical advice. This is just how things happened for me.
Low Fiber Diet
Three days before the procedure, I was told to go on a low-fiber diet. My procedure was on a Wednesday, so I was scheduled to start the diet on the Sunday before. Being the overachiever that I am, I started on the Saturday before.
Honestly, the low-fiber diet wasn’t so bad. I try to eat very healthy foods with a lot of whole grains usually, so this was kind of a nice excuse to eat a bunch of bullshit I usually wouldn’t consume, like five times the amount of cheese and peanut butter as usual and baked goods with white flour.
The following foods and meals made the staples of my low-fiber diet:
Puffed white rice cereal (featuring your three favorite elves) with almond milk and ripe banana slices
Saltine crackers with creamy peanut butter
Cheese quesadillas made with white flour tortillas
Peeled and boiled carrots
Plain greek yogurt
Peeled and boiled potatoes
For the complete rules of the low fiber diet, you can view this handout from Kaiser. Naturally, I got a pretty severe burn on the back of my hand when cooking one of the cheese quesadillas, because my life is a joke.
The last thing I ate before the procedure was a half bowl of mashed potatoes at around 6:00 pm on Monday.
I was also required to get a COVID test, which was my first test. When I got sick in July, my doctor did not set me up for a test because I was considered low-risk. So did I have COVID in July? We’ll never know! Which is really reassuring for me, especially as I read more and more articles about people who had mild symptoms but suddenly have heart problems. Yay, something else to be anxious about! But at least I don’t have it now… or I didn’t before going to the outpatient clinic, anyway.
All Liquid Day & Pre-Procedure
The day before the procedure was an all liquid day. I subsisted mainly on peppermint tea, white grape juice, vegetable broth, and black coffee. A complete list of the clear liquids I was allowed to consume is available on this handout. I had to drink eight ounces of clear liquids every hour I was up.
I was very grateful for the opportunity to work from home; I don’t think I would have done well if I had to go into the office on an all liquid diet. It wasn’t hard sticking to only liquids, but I did have a difficult time concentrating on work. I quit working at 4:00 pm and let people know I was out for the next two days and wouldn’t even look at my email until Friday.
At 5:00 pm, I started taking the laxative. My procedure was at 10:00 am the next day; I was instructed to drink a half gallon of the Gavilyte (my prescribed laxative) the evening before and a half gallon in the wee hours of the morning the day of the procedure. I was also told to keep drinking clear liquids when I was also drinking the laxative, so I wouldn’t be dehydrated.
People online said that the prep was the worst part of the whole experience–and they were right. Having to chug down a gallon of what tasted essentially like gatorade and sea water was not the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. However, I followed several of the tips I found on Reddit, and it made the whole thing more bearable; namely, keeping the solution ice cold, chugging instead of sipping, and immediately following each mouthful with a chaser of juice or ginger ale.
The laxative started ‘working’ about 30 minutes after I started. At this point, I stayed pretty close to the bathroom. I only lasted about five minutes between “visits” though. I chugged 8 oz every 15 minutes, so finished half a gallon by 6:45 pm. I would say the urgent visits finished around 8:00 pm, although I still had to go a couple times before bed.
Then I got up at 4:30 am and started all over again for my 10:00 am procedure. I had a check-in time of 9:00 am and was told to stop drinking anything by 7:00 am at the absolute latest. I could have started the prep at 5:00 am, but I was worried about not finishing it in time, so I started 30 minutes early (which I was advised I could–always ask your doc, folks!). It was enough time to empty everything out for the most part before I had to leave for the hospital, but I still needed to use the ladies’ room before checking in.
I checked in at 9:00 am for my 10:00 am procedure. I was also offered a complimentary flu shot if I wanted it, since I was there anyway (Thanks, hospital! Get vaccinated, y’all!). After check-in, I was led to the outpatient procedure room, which is basically just a giant corral with curtain-separated ‘stalls.’ I changed into my fancy hospital outfit (gown untied at the back, nude-colored slipper socks) and waited for the nurses.
One nurse came in to take my vitals. I had my blood pressure and pulse taken, and my heart was hooked up to the electrodes (EKG?) for a minute or so. I also was hooked up to an IV with a saline solution. The nurse asked me to verify my identity, compared it to the bracelet, and asked me what procedures I was in for. She then began explaining how the procedure would work and some potential (but unlikely) negative side effects. While she was explaining these, another nurse came in and gave me my flu shot.
Then, they wheeled me over to the procedure room. My GI was already there waiting for me. The nurse gently removed my glasses and mask, I got some oxygen in my nose and started getting my knock-out drugs, and then the last thing I remember was having a plastic piece put in my mouth to keep it open for the upper endoscopy.
The next moment in my timeline was when I was already in the outpatient waiting area. I was still in bed in my clothes, but I had my mask back on.
“Did I do this, or did you do this?” I groggily asked the nurse.
“I did,” she said, while she was fiddling with something on the computer.
“Oh, thank you,” I said.
“You said ‘thank you’ at the time, too,” she replied. “Don’t worry, you were very polite the whole time.”
So I guess my mom raised me right.
Once I was awake enough, she brought me my clothes and instructed me to get dressed the best I could while still in the bed. Once dressed, she brought over a wheel chair with collapsible arm rails and told me to lower myself in and then swing my legs around. Then she popped the arm back up on the side I entered. She wheeled me over into a different waiting area, where I just sort of hung out until another medical person came to find me when my fiance drove up.
“Black Suzuki?” he asked me, smiling.
“Woooo!” I think I replied. I was still on a lot of drugs, hence needing a ride home.
He wheeled me out of the hospital and down to the loading zone in front of the emergency room, where my fiance was waiting. Hall & Oates was playing on the medical person’s radio, so we both sang Your Kiss is on My List until we got to my fiance’s car, where he helped me in, and we said ‘bye.’
After we got home (around 11:30am-ish?), I immediately took my pants off and took a nap.
I got up around 2:00 pm, had a half serving of puffed rice cereal and almond milk, and went back to sleep. Around 4:00 pm I woke back up with a stomach ache that I assumed was from being hungry, so I had half a piece of bread with vegan butter.
I curled up on the couch, and about 45 minutes later felt the bottom drop out of my stomach.
This is bad, I thought.
I high-tailed it to the bathroom, where I had what I can only refer to as very forceful vomit. I had about three rounds, and I was grateful that I hadn’t had that much to eat, as it was mostly just an ungodly amount of liquid. Frankly, after having so much come out of my butt that morning, I was just confused that I could still have that much liquid inside of me.
The good news is it made my stomach ache go away.
So at that point I wiped myself off, brushed my teeth, and texted my very lovely friend who has had numerous colonoscopies due to her health conditions, and she said vomiting was ‘par for the course.’ As long as it didn’t happen multiple times, it was fine.
After getting her reassurance, I just went back to bed for the rest of the evening. When I woke up the next morning, I felt OK, although I stuck with very small amounts of the low-fiber diet foods for the rest of the day. By Friday, I was back to normal.
Some Fun FAQs
When did you start taking the Gavilyte?
I started taking the laxative at 5:00 pm the night before the procedure. The instructions from my doctor said to start at 6:00 pm, but I was told I could start earlier if I was worried about finishing. I was mostly worried about pooping the bed, so I started at 5:00 pm.
Does it taste as terrible as everyone says it does?
I didn’t think so. Mine came with a lemon flavor packet, and I went against everyone’s advice and used it. It tasted like I had mixed half a bottle of lemon lime gatorade with sea water. It was unpleasant but not unbearable.
How long did it take you to start shitting?
I had my first watery bowel movement within 25 minutes of starting the laxative.
How long did it take you to stop shitting?
I slowed down considerably and had pretty much stopped an hour and a half after the laxative.
Did you poop your bed?
Nope! I started drinking the laxative an hour before they recommended, though, because I was worried about it. Can confirm, did not poop bed, but did have to use the bathroom a bunch in the middle of the night to pee because I had consumed so many liquids.
Did you throw up at all?
I threw up once a few hours after the procedure was over. I texted my friend who has had several colonoscopies (like 20+), and she said it was par for the course. My aftercare instructions said repeated vomiting was a problem. It didn’t happen again, so I decided not to worry about it, although I really eased my way back into eating. I had the warning signs–that weird feeling like your stomach is falling out and you’re falling through a black hole–so I made it to the bathroom, but it was quite forceful.
When did you start eating again?
I had a half serving of puffed rice cereal with almond milk about three hours after the procedure ended, and a small slice of bread with vegan butter about two hours after that. About an hour after eating the bread, I vomited. I didn’t eat anything for the rest of that day. I started eating again the next morning, but stuck to the low fiber diet and ate a half serving of the puffed rice cereal, some applesauce, and a little bit of plain pasta with a tiny bit of butter. On Friday, I still ate light, but started eating more normal things again, like vegetables! I’m writing this first draft on a Saturday, and I feel normal and intend to eat as per usual today and moving forward.
Were you awake during the procedure?
Technically yes, but they drugged me up so much I don’t remember anything. One of my nurses said I was very polite; my doctor said I made a lot of drinking jokes.
I just wanted to type all this out because, as a highly anxious person, I spent hours and hours scouring the internet for information about what to expect and how to make the experience as painless as possible. If you’ve stumbled across this post because you’re also anxious about your first colonoscopy, then don’t worry–it’s really not that bad!
Today is September 22nd, which means it is officially the first day of autumn in the northern hemisphere! It’s the season of pumpkins, changing leaves, oversized sweaters, sipping steaming mugs of coffee while looking through your window at the rain…
…or it would be if I didn’t live in the south Bay, ha ha. The ten day forecast here has us going from 89 F to 100 F and down to 87 F starting on Saturday and ending on next Thursday–as in, the first of October. Then it’s supposed to stay in the eighties until possibly the end of time. I know global warming is real, but god damn…
As I’ve mentioned time and time again, I moved out to California because it was the best job offer I had after graduating from graduate school. I’m originally from the east coast, and spent my childhood growing up in Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina (military kid, can you tell?). I went to undergrad at a little school in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and fall was always spent hiking and driving down the Blue Ridge Parkway.
After North Carolina, I moved to South Korea which also is big on leaf-changing. It very rarely snowed where I lived, but fall was always a delight. After South Korea, I moved to New York, and autumn in the city was always delightful. However, my favorite memories were renting a car, packing it to the gills with friends, and driving upstate to go rock climbing and enjoy the general splendor of New York state mountains. After New York, we moved to Colorado, and nature’s majesty was literally at our doorstep all the damn time.
I keep looking at autumn aesthetic pictures on tumblr and feeling my heart ache. Do you feel like you’re living in the wrong place? I do. I miss rain. I miss cold weather. I miss watching all the leaves change and the smell of fall in the air. The plan was to stay here for about two years — long enough to get enough experience to get hired somewhere else and to collect a pretty decent amount in my retirement savings — but with COVID, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to be a reality anymore. I work in education, and, like all sectors, it’s taking a hit right now (totally understandable–frankly, if I were supposed to start college this year, I’d defer until next fall and take a gap year to paint or something). The type of position I’m looking for usually starts posting between January and May, so I’m re-shaping my CV and getting things ready to start applying and competing with literally every other person in my field.
I’m not holding my breath about anything new. The likelihood of landing a new job right now is low, and I like the work I do at my current job, I just don’t like California. My partner and I have narrowed our choices down to a handful of states–Colorado, New York, maybe maybe western North Carolina–but he still hasn’t finished his second MA yet, and he’s thinking of applying for a PhD, which would mean more geographic limitations.
I think it’s interesting how different people are, and how environments can reflect our attitudes or reveal aspects of ourselves that may not have surfaced before. I like gloom. I like being pensive and reflective, and I want a brooding environment that inspires me to feel that way sometimes, ha ha. I feel like I take things for granted here because it’s always sunny and hot and I can’t see the tree changes.
I feel disconnected to my environment; however, that’s not the environment’s fault. I talk to people here from California, and they freaking love it here. The cynical part of me says that it’s because they’ve literally never lived anywhere else so of course they don’t know any better; but it could be that we just come from different stock, and that’s totally fine.
(I still don’t get it, though.)
Give me my changing leaves! Give me my rain and chill breezes! Give me black turtlenecks and contemplation!
Anyway, I’m clearly having a case of ‘the grass is greener on the other side’–although, in this case, would we say the leaves are redder?
In mid-March, our county released a mandatory shelter-in-place order. Today, it’s officially been six months, and here we are, still at home.
(Well, those of us who are fortunate enough to be ‘non-essentials’ and have common sense, at any rate.)
California is also on fire, so the one thing we’ve been able to do since shelter-in-place (hike) has been curtailed due to bad air quality plus all the parks in our vicinity literally burning up. It’s been nearly a month and everything is still burning/closed.
My partner has finished his time in Germany and is here with me through the winter. The classes he teaches are completely online this semester, so he can stay here with me and not have to go in-person to catch coronavirus from his students.
I still get to work from home.
Student loan payment deferment and interest got extended until January, so I was able to use my student loan payment money to get my car fixed.
I’m going to the hospital in a week to get checked out for IBD.
There’s still coronavirus.
My car cost $5k to fix.
I’m going to the hospital in a week to get checked out for IBD.
My employer lowered their part of the retirement contribution in order to try and prevent furloughs, so now less is going toward retirement.
I’m waiting to hear if I’m going to get furloughed anyway.
Also I’m going to start posting more about art and health and personal stuff, so if you followed this blog for personal finance, be prepared to be disappointed. I’m in the boring part of FIRE where everything is pretty much automated, so unless I get furloughed, not much to talk about.
In my spending plan, I usually denote about $200 a month to groceries. I live alone, so $50 a week shouldn’t be too hard to handle, right?
Oh, what a fool I was.
While I’ve been kind of successful meeting this limit in previous months, January’s spending blew this right out of the water. In January, I spent a whopping $241.61 cents on groceries, or over forty dollars more than I had anticipated.
What caused this drastic increase in grocery costs, other than my own lack of self control?
I blame two things: January was kind of a long month, and I am focusing on getting more protein in my diet.
First off, January. Other than for some reason feeling like it was several weeks longer than it should be, January also felt long because it marked my return from vacation. Before vacation, I tried to eat down as much of my in-house food as possible. I was gone for almost two weeks, so I didn’t want any vegetables or open boxes of cereal languishing on my counter until reaching the point of spoilage. As such, upon my return, I really didn’t have much other than a box of oatmeal and one Annie’s Mac and Cheese (my usual post-travel kitchen staples).
On December 31st, I visited both Sprouts and Trader Joe’s, in an effort to refill the kitchen. They’re included on this spreadsheet because they were purchased for consumption in January. This brought the bill up a bit.
Additionally, January has 31 days, so there’s one extra day in which to feed myself.
Secondly, I am focusing on getting more protein in my diet. Amongst my New Year Resolutions’ were tracking my macros and meeting my protein goal at least three times a week. Because of my many dietary restrictions (IBS, egg intolerance, vegetarian), my protein options can be a little limited, and traditional cheap protein fixes like just eating a ton of beans doesn’t work for me. Something my dietician recommended was pea protein powder. I bought two big jugs of protein powder this month, which together cost $28.00 (I upgraded from original to vanilla, which is $2.00 more a jug, but god does it taste better).
In an effort to fix my gut bacteria and get more healthy probiotics in my life, I bought kimchi twice this month. Kimchi is usually between $6 and $6.50 when it’s on sale at Sprouts, so two packages of kimchi were a little over $12.00.
These two products–the pea protein and the kimchi–equal $40, so maybe my overspending can be explained by these.
So, I went over $40 over. Am I going to beat myself up about it? Not too much. While I still focus on reducing my costs so I can throw as much money toward my student loan debt as possible, I don’t want to sacrifice my health and happiness by making too many cuts in my grocery bill. It’s worth more to me to have a healthy body than to pay off my loans early.
I’m not throwing the spending plan out the window though. For February, I am still aiming for only $200 a month, but I expect that I will blow that out of the water again. My partner is visiting for two weeks (yay!), and, as an athletic dude, he eats a lot.
However, he’s totally fine with eating an entire can of beans for dinner, so maybe it will be ok.
In ‘Is Instagram Changing Art?’, a video from The Art Assignment, host Sarah Urist Green explores how the invention of Instagram changes the ways in which we experience and interact with art. There are several ways in which this change has taken place–we now have access to art from all over the world, from artists who wouldn’t traditionally get gallery shows (aka who don’t know the right people); our voices can affect the work of our favorite artists because of the instant feedback social media provides; and, as viewers, we navigate our lives through our screens-as-frame and subsequently make content about ourselves as a sort of art project in itself instead of just enjoying an experience.
AS AN ARTIST
For artists, Instagram helps us transcend the traditional barriers that have held us back from showcasing our work. An artist no longer needs a gallery or other physical venue as their ‘sponsor.’ Instagram also allows artists to have control over the way their work and themselves as people are represented. This also allows them to have more meaningful interactions with other artists on the platform and with fans of their art.
However, this does come with a drawback–the video cites one artist who states that they would find themselves thinking about past comments on social media when creating new pieces of art. In this way, feedback from social media is influencing and interfering with the artists’ creative process in a way that the artist may not have predicted.
Of course, this is the dilemma that any creative who shares their work on the internet can fall into. Whether your platform is Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, YouTube, or just blogging, there is always the temptation to shape your work into something that will respond well with your audience. In some cases, this may be what you want–if you’re creating something that you intend to monetize, then it makes sense that you are creating content that will gain views. However, if you’re creating for the joy of it, or to express a particular idea or viewpoint of your own, you shouldn’t want those outside voices creeping in, unless they belong to people whose work or viewpoint you respect and want to incorporate.
One of my goals for 2020 is to start taking art more seriously and to start painting again. When I was in my early twenties, I spent a significant amount of my time making art. However, in those days (way back when, ten years ago), Instagram had just been created. I didn’t even join until several years after its inception (and indeed, didn’t get a smartphone until like 2013). My art was just for myself and for the few people I invited over to my apartment. I didn’t have to worry about outside commentary because, frankly, there wasn’t any.
Now, however, I’m on Instagram and posting pictures of my work. Even if it’s just a photo that captures my progress, I share it and wait for the hearts to roll in. Although I only have like 40 instagram followers, most of whom are personal friends, I still feel that hit of dopamine every time someone likes or comments. ‘YOU ARE VALID!’ those like seem to say.
I need to make sure that that dopamine hit doesn’t impact the type of art I want to make or the reasons why I make it.
The rise of Instagram also has an impact on how museums and galleries choose which art to display. If the goal is to get more people through the door, then creating a show that features art that looks good on instagram–something grandiose, or with bright colors, or that allows one to stand inside it and engage with the physical form of a piece–can be given preference. After all, while the more noble mission of museums is to share art and information with visitors, they first need to get enough foot traffic to make it worth staying open. Because people want to fill their instagram feed with beautiful photos, more “instagram-worthy” exhibits will be featured. We must ask ourselves, what art is being ignored as a result of this?
AS A VIEWER
How does Instagram change the ways in which we, viewers and appreciators of art, express our interest in a piece? When we post a picture of a painting, what are our motivations? Are we adding it to a personal gallery to inspire us and insight thought? Do we just like the painting and want to share it with our friends? Or are we sharing it because we want to make an impression about ourselves upon our audience–I am looking at this Klimt because I am a deep, interesting, cultured, and well-traveled person?
The video cites a study that seems to imply that art show visitors that took pictures and posted them on Instagram seemed to focus on it as an “aesthetic experience.” Only 9% of the pictures tagged had people in them. This seems to suggest that art viewers use Instagram as a way to log and express the things that capture their interest–a particular piece or even just the details of a piece.
This is a reason that resonates with me as well. When I visit a museum, I take pictures of works that are new to me and that inspire me. I also try to take pictures of the name plates as well, so I can look up these new artists later.
However, one thing I don’t fully understand is people trying to snap the perfect picture of a famous painting. I went to the Belvedere on Christmas (along with every other tourist in Vienna) and was very excited to be able to see their collection of Klimt paintings in person. However, there were so many people gathered around The Kiss desperately trying to take photos of it or with it that I couldn’t even get close.
In my eyes, they were all trying to claim the experience or status of being ‘cultured’ because they saw this one particular famous painting. It reminds me of people stating the ways in which they are obscurely connected to celebrities–my hair stylist’s sister is best friends with Ariana Grande’s mom‘s dog groomer, that sort of thing. We were in a room surrounded by like four other Klimt paintings, and no others with a crowd around them.
But then, on the flip side, am I trying to portray myself as more cultured because I also appreciated the other paintings, and if so, why? Why do I feel the need to put myself ‘above’ others because they focused on one famous painting. After all, it’s famous for a reason–because it’s good. So why should I shit on them for wanting to feel as if they had a personal experience with good art?
Is it because I’m so insecure I feel that my identity is wrapped up in someone who enjoys and creates art, and that they’re taking that identity away from me and somehow making my interest seem less valid?
Yes, probably, but we can save that for the psychiatrist’s couch.
The video then cites a 2017 study that found that when you’re taking pictures with the intent of posting them for other people, you actually get more anxious, and you have a hard time enjoying the experience of viewing the art. Most likely you’re wondering how many likes you’re going to get and if this is the photo that’s going to make you instafamous. How are people going to view you as a brand as a result of this picture?
This stress increases your enjoyment of art and the moment. This finding doesn’t come as a surprise, given the amount of research that has been done regarding how social mediais destroyingus all .
So, is Instagram changing art?
However, that change doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. With new technology comes new ways of interacting with, but ultimately appreciating and gaining value from, works of art.
Additionally, technologies like Instagram allow people who don’t have the means to view art in person to get glimpses of it as seen through the lens of others. For example, when I still lived in NYC, I had a membership to the MOMA (thanks mom) and got to see the exhibits and permanent collections there whenever I wanted. This was also when the Metropolitan Museum of Art was still pay-what-you-will for all visitors too. Now I’m living somewhere where getting to a museum is significantly less easy. I can go downtown to a smallish museum or commute one to two hours up to San Francisco to see some art. That takes time, and a lot of money for the train, so normally I just don’t do it. With apps like Instagram, I can view these works and new exhibits without the hassle (although with admittedly much less of the depth of experience I would get in person).
Instagram also exposes me to new artists. As mentioned above, the gallery-as-mediator is no longer required to discover new artists and new work. By scrolling through the #art and #painting tags, I have a sea of art at my fingertips, and I can find pieces that stand out to me.
So, Instagram is changing art, but it’s not all bad. I think it’s just important to keep in mind your intentions when you’re taking pictures of or making your own art–are you doing something because you want to express something about yourself to yourself and the world, and are you doing it because you want the approval of others?
It may be a fine line between the two, but it’s something worth thinking about. What are your thoughts?
Resolution #1: Each week, I will create at least one creative/non-personal finance post for Enough, but better in addition to any personal finance posts I make.
On track, if you count this post.
As I explained in my previous post, one of my goals for the new year is rewiring Enough, but better to further align with its intended purpose–a navel-gazing and, perhaps, narcissistic exploration into my own personal self, interests, and values (although using that kind of language is not in line with goals of self-love, ha ha). Part of that rewiring includes writing one post per week for Enough, but better than is not related to personal finance.
This blog wasn’t intended to be a personal finance blog. Personal finance and FIRE/FIOR is definitely a huge interest of mine, but it’s not what I want to focus all my time and energy on. And, frankly, I think it makes me obsess too much over money to the detriment of creating a life that I find fulfilling and enjoyable in the moment.
Does this mean I’m giving myself carte blanche to go crazy with spending money on art supplies and exotic vacations? No, no it doesn’t. But does this mean I am allowing myself to actually get supplies to paint if I fucking want to, because it brings me joy? Yes.
Besides, what’s the point of retiring early if you don’t know what to do with all your free time?
Resolution #2: I will get off the internet by 7:30 pm every night.
I anticipated this being one of the harder resolutions to stick to–and I was right.
Especially since it’s winter and the days remain dark and cold (and yes, even though I live in California, I am constantly cold), I’ve made a habit of coming home, crawling under the many covers of my bed, and binging YouTube videos until I grow too hungry to ignore my stomach. Then I cook and sit my sorry self right back on the couch. No more, I say!
So far, the hardest night to stick to this resolution was last Friday, when I came home from the gym. On work days when I go to the gym, I usually don’t get home until around 6:45 pm or 7:00 pm. Since I currently live alone, I like to watch shows or YouTube videos while I cook and eat. On Friday, I had barely finished eating at 7:30 pm. Without this resolution, I would have sat and watched for another half hour or so before getting on with my evening.
Gym nights are going to be tough.
…I’ve been really pleased with what I’ve been able to accomplish by forcing myself to abide by this rule. By essentially giving myself an extra two hours or so each evening, I’ve been able to spend more time setting myself up for success in the morning. I pick out my outfit for the next day (which leads to me looking a little more put together at work, also a goal for this year, ha ha). I get my gym bag together so everything is ready for me to grab when I walk out the door in the morning, which means I actually have my headphones when I want them (hooray!).
It also gives me time to plan my meals for the next day (which helps with Resolution #4, as you’ll see below). I’ve been making overnight oats for work mornings, so all I have to do is grab breakfast from the fridge, and that breakfast is actually healthy and well-balanced. I also have time to prepare a healthy lunch, which means more vegetables and delicious prepared meals instead of a hunk of cheese and crackers or whatever weird finger-foods I have lying about my house.
It also gives me more time to read. I just started re-reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy for the first time in about ten years, and I’m already finished with the first book. (If you needed more proof about how big of a nerd I am, here you go.) I also might have gone a little crazy at the half price book store and bought three books about Buddhism over the weekend, so it’s good that I have more reading time now (cultivating that sense of peace, y’all).
Overall, although this resolution can be difficult to meet (and it is very tempting to watch just one more youtube video), I’m super happy with how it’s providing me with time to optimize the rest of my life.
Resolution #3: I will be active every day.
As I expected, this resolution is the easiest by far. I was already pretty active in my everyday life before making this resolution; this was just to ensure that I didn’t have any off days. Getting 7500 steps on days that I don’t go to the gym or lift at home can be a little challenging sometimes, depending on my schedule–for instance, on Saturday I ended up just walking in circles around my apartment for twenty minutes to make sure I got my final steps in (if I walk to work, this isn’t a big problem, but I don’t work on Saturdays).
Yesterday, however, was pretty easy–I had a health appointment in the morning and ended up at the hospital earlier than anticipated. I strolled around the perimeter about four times before going in for my apartment, and then I walked to work and back home. Overall, I netted about 11,900 steps without much effort on my part (other than lifting up my feet, that is).
Resolution #4: I will track my macros at least six days a week and aim to meet my protein goal at least three days a week.
Mostly on track.
I love spreadsheets. That should be fairly evident, considering that my hobbies include personal finance and I currently track every grocery item I buy, the date, the price, the store it came from, and whether or not it was on sale. I make budget spreadsheets for fun, for the enjoyment of people at large. Tracking my macros is just another way for me to express my love of spreadsheets (otherwise known as my deep-seated need for control in an uncontrollable world).
However, focusing on six days a week instead of every day leaves me with the flexibility to have a meal out or eat weird and/or complicated things without feeling like I’m failing at meeting my goal.
For example, on Saturday I met my best friend for brunch at a place in Berkeley (The Butcher’s Son, a vegan deli and bakery). I had their Fried Chicken Bagelwich, which (WAS DELICIOUS AND) included house-made “fried chicken”, “bacon”, and “cream cheese.” What were the macros for this sandwich? I’m sure someone in the universe knows, but I sure as hell don’t. Could I estimate something similar? Maybe. Would I rather do something else with my time? Yes, 100%.
If I had a strict track-everything-everyday resolution, I would be miserable, because I would feel stressed out whenever I went out to eat or found my way into a free lunch situation at work. However, by giving myself a day off every week, I can still achieve my goal and track my macros without getting discouraged by complicated meals or turning down invitations for free food (I just love free food).
The reason I’m only “mostly on track” with this goal is the protein. Part 2 of this resolution is to meet my protein goal three times a week. Calculating my macros to align with my athletic goals has given me a protein goal of 99 grams a day.
I’m a vegetarian who can’t eat eggs or more than a quarter of a cup of beans or tofu (obligatory shout-out to my IBS!), so protein has always been a challenge for me. I didn’t realize how little protein I was actually getting until I started counting my macros.
Previously, I was averaging around only 40 to 50 grams of protein in a day. This is fine for the average bear, but since I’m working harder at achieving my fitness goals (bouldering V6 indoors* consistently by the end of the year and maybe breaking into V7?), I need more to maximize my performance. Also, I’m incredibly vain, and I would love to have some muscles.
Because of the aforementioned dietary limitations, I’ve been supplementing my meals with pea protein powder. This gives me an extra 30 grams of protein spread throughout my day, which really helps in meeting my goals.
If I can meet my protein goal today (the last day of the week), I will have met it three times for the week. Huzzah!
Overall, I’m doing pretty good. However, it’s only been a week, so it’s a bit early to be clapping myself on the back too much. Some studies suggest that 80% of resolutions fail by the second week of February. Let’s check back in then to see how the resolutions are progressing (and if I’ve still managed to break my late night internet addiction, ha ha).
How are your resolutions going? Feel free to share your struggles or successes in the comments!
*Feel free to make fun of me for having indoor climbing goals, but I hate to be cold, so there, ha ha.
In last week’s post I talked about how to create your New Year’s resolutions in accordance with your goals. Part of this involved creating resolutions that speak to your ‘Whys’–as in, what’s the point of anything? Why are you here? What makes you feel that life has meaning?
My Three Themes
In this week’s post, I’d like to explore three of my ‘Whys’ for the new year. These themes will help guide the resolutions I make to live the best 2020 I can. At the end of the post, I’ll share the resolutions I’ve made for the year and how I intend to keep them.
Theme #1: Recalibrating Enough, but better
The morphing of Enough, but better from an artistic project of self-exploration to a personal finance blog occurred with my six-part series The Thing About Money. The purpose of that series was for me to explore my complicated relationship with money and how past experiences have affected my view about money and comfort with my personal finances in the present. However, one consequence of that series was getting more involved in the personal finance blog-o-sphere and twitter. I think that surrounding myself with content and creators that focused exclusively on personal finance warped my vision for what this blog was supposed to be.
I don’t want to write exclusively about personal finance. Frankly, I think I obsess over it to an unhealthy amount, and kind of in opposition of what the original goal of this blog was supposed to be–an exploration of the self and a quest to convince myself that I do, in fact, have intrinsic value. However, while there are some ‘normal’ personal finance bloggers out there, the space is overwhelmingly taken up with people making significantly more money than me (hello, engineers and finance people!). As such, it has become just another arena where I compare myself to others and find myself lacking.
I realize this still stems from the original problem of a lack of self-worth and has nothing to do with personal finance bloggers, but still.
Personal finance is definitely still an interest of mine, and I still intend to post about it (and probably on a fairly regular basis), but I need to expend more energy on pursuing projects and topics that have more value to me personally (art, literature, fitness, etc.).
Besides, what’s the point in retiring early if I don’t have any hobbies anymore? Which leads us to the next goal…
Theme #2: Creating More than I Consume
Y’all, I spend a lot of time on the dang internet. It’s an easy trap to fall into, especially since I live in a cold apartment with no insulation and it gets dark at like 4:30 pm now.
I find myself coming home, sitting down with a mug of tea at my computer with a blanket thrown across my lap, telling myself that I’ll just watch one YouTube video and then I’ll do… something. Clean. Paint. Start a new embroidery project. And then four hours and the entire catalog of Michelle Khare videos later, I realize I’ve wasted my whole evening and I still have to cook dinner, make my lunch, do the dishes, and take a shower before bed.
The same thing happens in the morning. My alarm goes off, I struggle my way into the kitchen to put on water for coffee, and then I creep back into bed and pull up twitter. Or instagram. Or reddit. Or some other way to waste time and clog up my brain before work. And then, when I get to work, I have to pull up twitter again, as if I would have missed something essential in the hour it took me to get dressed and walk to work.
All this focus on others and what they are creating and putting into the world is making me forget that I, too, have things to say and projects that should be made.
And that’s something I’m not proud of. It’s just so much easier to go online and view images of other fiber artists whose work I love, to read tweets from people funnier than me, and to watch videos of people doing things I imagine myself doing.
But what the hell’s the point of living if you’re only doing it vicariously?
I’m getting up there, too. I know 32 is still young in the grand scheme of things, but I’m starting to feel old. I’m tired. My knees hurt all the time. I simply don’t want to do some of the things I wanted to do when I was younger anymore, because everything sounds so exhausting.
That’s why I need to change my attitude and habits now, before it gets too late. I’ve spoken before about my health issues and the desire to achieve FIRE so I can slow down and have more time to live. But I need to start slowing down and living now, as well.
Theme #3: Focusing on Health, Fitness, and Strength Training
Previously on this blog, I mentioned that one of the reasons I am pursuing FIRE/FIOR is because of my health. This year, I was diagnosed with IBS. The fun thing about an IBS diagnosis is that it’s essentially the doctor saying “Yes, you’re right, there is something wrong with your digestion, but we have no idea what it is.” This has started a really fun exploration of food sensitivities–right now I’m up to not being able to eat eggs, onions, and more than a very small serving of soy, almonds, lentils, and beans (so, not ideal for a vegetarian).
I also don’t have a great relationship with my body (I know, I know–a woman with body issues? How unique!). I’m in my thirties, and my metabolism has started slowing down. I feel more tired than I used to, and I don’t want to. I want to be strong and active, and there are still physical things I want to do–climb V7, complete some really long trail hikes, and maybe even run a marathon. However, I’m not going to be able to do those things (or at least not very easily) without an increased amount of attention to my health and fitness.
I’ve started tracking my macros and taking my vitamins again, and I have noticed a difference–last Saturday was one of the strongest gym days I’ve had in a long time. However, I want to ensure that I continue to feel this way.
Creating Achievable Resolutions from These Three Themes
As explored last week, resolutions mean nothing if you don’t have a plan about how you’re going to enact them. I took my three themes for the year and created the following resolutions. These take the form of SMART goals (mostly) and, for the most part, quantify my intended results:
Resolution #1: Each week, I will create at least one creative/non-personal finance post for Enough, but better in addition to any personal finance posts I make.
As I mentioned in theme #1, I want to get back into my more creative and thoughtful pursuits. By resolving to make one post each week that is not related to personal finance, I am (a) encouraging myself to create more paintings, miniatures, embroidery projects, etc. and (b) increasing the amount of writing I am doing each week. I’d love to get into freelancing eventually, and improving the quality and amount of my writing will help me get there.
Resolution #2: I will get off the internet by 7:30 pm every night.
This is a really important resolution for me, as I expressed above. I spend way too much time on the internet, including on twitter as soon as I wake up and on YouTube before bed. I like to watch videos while I cook and eat dinner, so the 7:30 pm time will allow me to continue to do that, even on afternoons I go to the gym. This might not seem like a big deal, but quitting the internet at 7:30 pm will give me about two and a half extra hours each night. That time can be fueled to writing more, making more art, or even just reading a dang book. I also like having time in the evening to make my lunch and pick out my clothes for the following day, but unfortunately sometimes I goof around too much to get those things done. With my 7:30 pm quitting time, I’ll be able to complete those tasks and set myself up for a better tomorrow.
Resolution #3: I will be active every day.
Every day, no exceptions. However, what I do to be active can differ depending on the day. If I go to the gym? BOOM, active day. If I don’t feel like going to the gym, but do some sets of weights or planks and push-ups at home? ANOTHER ACTIVE DAY. What if my muscles are buckling under the heavy weight of so many gains and I can’t possibly lift another thing? Then 7000 steps counts!
This resolution comes with no exceptions. On a business trip? Well, it’s either take a walk around the airport or try to stay at a hotel with a gym. Not feeling well? Some gentle yoga or stretching can count for those days–anything that gets me out of bed.
To be honest, I’m not too worried about meeting this resolution. On days I don’t go to the gym and I don’t have to work late, I usually walk, It’s about 25 minutes or a little over 3000 steps each way. So, if I walk to work that day, it’s basically already enough to be an active day. It’s less of a stretch goal, and more of a make-sure-I’m-not-too-lazy goal.
Resolution #4: I will track my macros at least six days a week and aim to meet my protein goal at least three days a week.
This resolution is more of a continuation of my current habits. For the last few weeks, I’ve been trying to track my macros to see if that makes a difference in how I feel at work and at the gym. What I first discovered from tracking my macros is that I was way under the amount of protein I need, especially if my goal is to gain more muscle. I also haven’t been eating enough calories–on days I go climbing, I should aim to eat around 2100 calories. However, I’ve been averaging around 1700 per day. That’s fine for normal days, but when I’m doing a lot of exercise, I need to be fueling my body better.
After I adjusted my diet and started taking my multivitamins again, my climbing performance improved dramatically. I have more stamina now and feel better on the wall.
How funny, it’s almost like diet and energy levels are related! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?!
Meeting my protein goal is going to be the hardest part of this resolution. As a vegetarian with all the food intolerances mentioned above, I’ve had to find different ways to force in more protein, including two protein shakes a day and eating my body weight in yogurt. Probiotics, woo!
Isn’t this…. Excessive?
Some would say that four resolutions is overkill, and that I’m setting myself up for failure. I say that I THRIVE ON STRESSFUL STRUCTURE.
In actuality, this is probably excessive. However, these are all goals that I think will greatly improve my life and well-being, and some are just continuations of behaviors I’ve already started in the last month.
Next year I can work on being less Type A, ha ha ha.
Have you made any New Year’s resolutions? What’s your plan for achieving them? Or have you achieved self-actualization already (and if so, will you tell us how)?
It’s nearly the end of the year, and this one’s a doozy. The 2010s are coming to an end, and a new decade is dawning. It’s a fresh start; an opportunity to make better, improved versions of ourselves.
But can we actually achieve these shiny new dreams, these visions of self-actualization that we see in our mind? Absolutely! However, there are a few things we should keep in mind when we’re making our resolutions.
First, I’d like to reflect on one of my resolutions from last year that was a big fat failure.
A Failed Resolution
One of my resolutions for 2019 was to study more German.
My partner speaks German. Quite well, actually. He’s over in Germany this very instant working, volunteering with a refugee organization, and finishing his second Master’s degree (yes, I’m bragging about him). He’s told me before that it would be great if I spoke German too, so we could tell each other secrets when we’re out and about.
Additionally, we have several mutual friends who are Austrian, and it would be great if I could also converse with their friends and family whenever we visit. The last time I went to visit these friends in Vienna, one of them had to read the menu out at the restaurant to me to make sure I ordered something vegetarian. At the time, I felt like a little kid depending on their dad to help them navigate the adult world. It wasn’t a great look.
I’m flying out to Munich soon (two days after this post goes up, actually), and I told myself that this time I was going to study and work hard and be able to order my own food like a ‘big kid,’ etc. etc. And guess what?
I still don’t speak German.
What happened? Well, I studied a bit. But nothing ever seemed to stick.
Frankly, learning languages has never been my forte. It took me an entire summer of four-hour-long classes to scrape together a ‘C’ in French so I could meet the language requirement for getting my ‘BA.’ My high school French teacher mostly told us stories of him being in Vietnam and how one of his daughters was great and the other daughter was a huge disaster. I passed that class with the help of google translate.
To me, languages in my brain are like water flowing through a sieve. Most of it just goes right on through. Occasionally one word or phrase will inexplicably attach itself to my brain–die katze! der schnee!–but the rest of it just leaves as soon as it arrives*.
Look at me. I have excuses upon excuses. But what’s the truth?
The truth is I just don’t care.
I don’t care about speaking German. Other than my partner and a handful of friends, I don’t know anyone who speaks German. The only type of German I encounter in my work is Middle German, which isn’t what is used now (Modern German). This will be the second time I travel to a German speaking country, and the first time I will be there for more than five days.
Would speaking German be helpful? Yes.
Will I be perfectly fine without it? Also yes.
It takes a huge amount of effort and energy to make a language stick, and frankly, I don’t think the payoff is enough with this particular goal. I’d still like to take a class or something at some point, but the motivation to self-study just isn’t there.
This resolution was bound to fail because I didn’t have a ‘Why.’
Finding a ‘Why’
What’s important to you? What type of life do you envision yourself leading?
If you didn’t have to worry about financially support yourself, what is the ideal life that you would want to live?
The answers to these questions can help you figure out your ‘why.’ Those of us in the FIRE/FIOR community may have already thought about this a lot. It’s the reason so many of us are trying to get out of debt and stash money away to become financially independent–we desire a life that aligns with our deepest goals, desires, and beliefs.
I encourage you to take a long look at your life and pinpoint hobbies or goals that will more closely align your life with the one your heart wishes you could life.
There are a lot of articles out there that claim early retirement causes early death. However, this seems to be associated with these individuals increasing the amount of time they spend sedentary and decreasing the number of social interactions they have. So, it’s not retirement that kills them, it’s a dearth of hobbies or friends. They don’t have activities or relationships that have significant meaning to them.
What gives you meaning? What makes life worth living? What’s something you always wanted to do? When you find the answers to these questions, you can start forming the basis of your resolutions.
Supporting Your ‘Why’ with a Plan
Piggy over at Bitches Get Riches wrote a great post two years ago about how she has achieved her resolution every year for the past few years. Her secret? She makes her resolutions SMART goals. For those of you unfamiliar with SMART goals (a staple of corporate and nonprofit growth), these are goals that are Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic, and Timely.
If I were to re-imagine my resolution of learning German as a SMART goal, it might look something like this:
“By December 2019, I will have learned 100 German vocabulary words and 20 useful phrases.”
“Study German” or “Learn German” or “Speak German” don’t really mean anything to me. How can I see progress or stay motivated if I don’t have any concrete indicators? By making a number, I give myself an easy concrete goal to hit. “Speak German” is difficult. Learning languages takes a long time, and making a goal of “Speak German” feels to me like Sisyphus rolling that damn rock up that hill. The task never ends. I will never achieve the goal.
I’ve a very numbers-motivated person. I have about fifteen spreadsheets between my personal finance and fitness hobbies alone, if that gives you any idea of how obsessive I can be with numeric goals. By quantifying my goal, it becomes achievable.
Quantifying works for me, but may not work for you. Are you more of a visual person? Create a tumblr or pinterest board to help curate images that inspire you to reach your goal. Make a chart or coloring sheet that you can fill in as you accomplish your goals–for example, there are all kinds of free debt-repayment coloring charts online. Print one out and stick it on your fridge to help motivate you to reach your goal.
Next week I’ll delve into my personal ‘whys’ and the goals I created that use those ‘whys’ as their framework.
What are your resolutions for the new year? What are your ‘whys’, and what steps do you plan on taking to achieve them? Please feel free to leave a comment and let us know!
*The only exception to this was Korean. When I lived in South Korea, I picked up enough to get around, go to the dentist, speak with my students, etc. But I lived there for three and a half years, so the exposure rate was pretty damn high, and in my first year and a half only a handful of my coworkers spoke English, so it was basically a do-or-die situation.
It’s December, which means that the 2010’s are almost over! What else is almost over? This year’s chance of lowering your taxable income by taking advantage of pre-tax investments. Personally, I’ve been crunching my numbers to see where I can throw an extra hundy or two. Here are some places that I’m trying to stash away some more pre-tax money before the end of the 2019 calendar year.
Please note that I am 100% not an accountant or tax adviser and that you 100% should do your own research and double-checking before you do any of these things. In other words, take this advice as being worth a grain of salt. I’m not an expert. Don’t listen to me. Don’t do as I do or say.
A Traditional IRA
A Traditional IRA is a retirement account that allows you to deposit pre-tax money. You’re not taxed on what goes in, but you’re taxed on what comes out. Generally, a Traditional IRA is a good choice if you anticipate being in a lower tax bracket when you retire. For the 2019 tax year, individuals are able to contribute up to $6,000 if you’re under the age of 50 and up to $7,000 if you’re 50 or older.
All your contributions to a Traditional IRA can be tax-deductible, if you meet the eligibility requirements. If you’re filing single and have a retirement plan at work, for 2019, you can only deduct the full amount of contributions to your Traditional IRA if your adjusted gross income is $64,000 or less. Once you hit $64,000, your deductions start to fade out, and they disappear completely if you earn $74,000.
This is the category I fall into. If I’ve calculated correctly, my adjusted gross income should fall somewhere within the $62k range for the year (although I may have not calculated correctly, ha ha). As such, I anticipate being able to deduct all my contributions. However, I have not deposited my maximum $6k into my Traditional IRA; I won’t be able to meet that much money, but I’m going to try and squirrel away another $1k before it’s all said and done. Additionally, you have until April of the next year to make contributions that count toward the previous year’s taxes.
One should keep in mind that any withdrawals made before the age of 59 ½ are subject to tax and early withdrawal penalties. You should be comfortable with essentially saying goodbye to these contributions until you reach that age.
And, please note that, in order to deduct your contributions, you must be making them into a Traditional IRA. Roth IRA contributions cannot be deducted from your taxes (instead, you won’t have to pay taxes when you withdraw from this account in retirement).
Student Loan Interest
Oh, student loans, how I loathe you, let me count the ways… about 42k. There are about 42k tiny green ways I loathe you.
As I’ve mentioned before (and will continue to mention until the universe puts me out of my misery or I sell a kidney to pay them off), I have about $42k in student loans. This was to pay for a degree to get a job in a field I genuinely enjoy (and has given me a small pay bump). I only kind of regret this degree, although I 100% regret not trying to first get a job at a school that offers this degree so I can go for free (THAT’S A SPICY HOT GRAD SCHOOL TIP RIGHT THERE, Y’ALL).
Fortunately for me, student loan interest payments can be deducted from one’s taxes provided they meet the eligibility requirements. For 2019, the maximum amount that can be deducted from taxes for student loan interest is $2,500. Please note that it doesn’t matter if you’re filing as single or married–$2,500 is the maximum for a return, even if you and your spouse both have student loans (Luckily, I’m still living in sin, so I can keep all the benefits to myself.).
Student loan interest payment deductions have income requirements as well. Like the IRA deduction, student loan interest payments can only be deducted if an individual has an adjusted gross income of $65,000 a year or less. There are also a few other restrictions regarding who took the loan out, whether or not someone can claim you as a dependent, etc.–check to ensure your eligibility!
By the time this post hits the internet, I’ll have made $2,500 worth of interest payments for the year, which I should be able to deduct from my taxes. Hooray!
As I’ve explained before on the blog, a Health Savings Account (HSA) is an account that allows you to pay for medical expenses with pre-tax dollars. These accounts are associated with insurance plans that have a high deductible–the idea is that you pay lower premiums in exchange for a higher deductible, but you have the opportunity to save money to meet that deductible. When you contribute money to an HSA, you lower your taxable income.
Unfortunately, I don’t have an HSA–long story short, for the plans my employer offers, the monthly premiums and high deductible more than negate any potential tax-offset I would get from having the HSA plan. As such, I’m sticking with my HMO (although in my opinion all monthly health premiums should be tax deductible, BUT I DIGRESS).
However, if you have the option of setting up an HSA, you should consider doing it. As stated above, money contributed to an HSA is pre-federal-tax, which lowers your total taxable income for the year. Depending on your state, it may be taxed at the state level (thanks for nothing, California). Optum Bank has a list of states in which HSA contributions and/or earnings are taxed. So, while not available for everyone, HSAs provide one more option for lowering your taxable income.
Or you could just be a multibillion dollar corporation/”job creator” (*coughcough* *eyeroll* *finger-in-mouth-to-simulate-throwing-up*) and never pay federal taxes again. If you’re not comfortable being Amazon, harbinger of all our dooms, then consider being pretty much any other super large corporation. Either way, you’ll have enough politicians in your pocket to avoid paying taxes, but you’ll also get to do fun things like take away health insurance from part-time workers.
Your Mileage May Vary
Naturally, these tips aren’t for everyone. No student loans? No interest deduction. Already maxed out a Traditional IRA? I’m very proud of you. Already CEO of Amazon? For the love of god, give part-time Whole Foods employees their health insurance back.
What do you do at the end of the year (and throughout) to reduce your taxable income? Please feel free to put your plan (or suggestions for clarifications!) in the comments.
As I said in the intro, this is not advice and you shouldn’t do as I say or do. Consult with your own tax genius to find the best ways of making your money work for you.