Every time I sell one of my knitted garments, every time there’s a birthday card with a little cash in it, or even when a server hands me a few extra buck for working a particularly busy shift and helping them out, I always say “Thank you, for your generous contribution to…”
My college fund
Various charities I fundraiser for
My up-coming internship
Insert what you will. The last one, obviously, is no longer needed as I have previously posted about.
But tonight as I slipped that gracious bit of cash into my pocket, all I could say was “Thank you for…that”
Sure, the past few weeks, I’ve been a little more loose with my cash because of not getting the internship, a little extra sushi here and there to fill the emptiness inside me never killed anyone, right?
But now, what am I doing? Sure I’m looking to start my Career with my degree before I graduate in December so I can finally get out of the corporate chain-restaurant once and for all, and I’ll need to start paying off that small pinch of student loans, but all this extra money over the years has always gone to something important.
Yes I do need a new car, but that’s a bit more of, I don’t know. I need one for the sake of transportation, but hey, who wants to hear ‘Hey thanks for helping me buy a car?’ I could easily put it towards various knitting equipment to initiate my fantasy dream of running a yarn shop with my own hand-spun yarn., but again, I dot think people really appreciate that kinda thing. It’s like giving $100 to someone and finding out they blew it all in the casino and used what little was left to get a candy bar. Frivolous things like that don’t bode well with people who could have easily used that money themselves elsewhere. Speaking of equipment: Well, I already bought that spinning wheel, but we’ll have more on that later.
I don’t know about you, but I like to think any monetary contribution given from the heart deserves to go to something more, noble, shall we say.
Take that internship I didn’t get: That internship would have set me in my way to working with children in the hospital setting as a Child Life Specialist. It was a 12-16 week, full time, unpaid internship. Not only part of my graduation requirements, but part of the requirements for actually becoming an actual specialist.
You get the idea. That’s noble to me.
But now, what do I save for? I’ve always been better at saving money when I have a goal to save for.
I suppose I’ll just have to figure that out later.
I suppose this could be a good start:
Yup, those are babies stacked on food trays.
Y’all might recall that I’m adopted. This is a scene from the documentary Stuck, about the hardships of international adoption.
Go see it.
I’m barely into my 20’s, and have nowhere near the financial means to care for potential offspring, let alone adopt a child either domestically or internationally. But it’s something I’ve always wanted to do someday.
It’s a noble cause to me.