I had to fly back to Thunder Bay for a funeral this weekend. It was, all things considered, a great weekend, so full of family and support and love, it was just the circumstances surrounding it weren't so wonderful. There were tears of sadness, tears of love and warmth, and tears of laughter, and I wouldn't have missed any of it.
Of course, with death as unexpected as it is, so too comes unexpected expenses. The plane ticket was reasonable enough (my sister alerting me to a seat sale), so it won't be affecting my debt management too much (I can amortize it over the next few months easily). The thing about it was I wasn't sure whether they needed to see my credit card or not when I checked in, so back into the wallet it went. Turns out they didn't need to see it, but there it was... that free money...
I don't know if I mentioned this before, but the fact that I haven't been keeping my credit cards in my wallet has meant that I really haven't been using them which also means I've not been buying things I really don't need or can't afford at the time. To prove this point, well, I bought stuff, on credit card, all things I didn't need. Wine. Cheese. Persians. Comics.
Oh, I didn't buy much of each, and I think the total for all of this was about $50, but to be honest, it was $50 I didn't have at the time and $50 I shouldn't have spent. Oh, for sure, it was $50 enjoyed, but it's things like this that a) tell me I have an impulse control problem and b) tell me I should just cut the damn things up.
I'm working on "a", but I can tell you now, "b" isn't going to happen.