I have a confession to make. I’m going through withdrawal. And it’s painful.
The other day we received a notice from our credit card company that they are raising our rates. Surprise, surprise. (Supposedly the fact that they recently received a bailout from the federal government has nothing to do with this increase).
In spite of the fact that in twelve years of marriage we have never paid a penny of interest on this one and only credit card (unless you count the furniture one that we paid off in three months), and in spite of the fact that we never plan to carry a balance, my husband is on the hunt for a new credit card company. (I did warn him that a move could impact our stellar credit rating, something which he is very proud of – as if we need credit – we don’t buy anything that big!)
So until a decision has been made, a voluntary hold has been placed on our card. That would be him voluntarily asking me not to use it for the time being (as opposed to me volunteering to abstain from my very lazy habits for a while)! Can I just say,
I didn’t realize how easy it had become for me to push a button and voila! For a mere ninety-nine cents, that song can be downloaded and humming in my ears! A book is on it’s way to me . . . ready to join the pile of other unread ones residing on my shelf. That poor sweater, looking so forlorn and lonely and unloved on eBay – it’s mine! All mine (just one more to the collection).
So now I can look. But I cannot buy. It’s taking the fun out of looking, you know? Lots of thoughts on this right now (’cause thoughts are still free!) Even though the restriction is a little painful, in a way I’m thankful for it. It’s making me stop and think. Before. I. push. a. button. And although I’ll be happy and relieved when we get this sorted out, it’s probably not a bad thing to be forced to stop and examine my habits in this area.