115. You've told me time and again that one of the things you love about be that I'm not materialistic. Truly, I am not. In fact, being around so much expensive things is quite unnerving for me. Not that I don't appreciate items of quality, I do since they last longer and are generally more beautifully made. Perhaps there are a lot of factors why I don't. Growing up, my parents were great providers and they made sure that my siblings and I lacked nothing. My grandfather always fixed broken things around the house, convinced that he could get everything working good as new. My grandmother, a great cook, was always careful about household expenses though she had to hold back a bit when it came to food. My mother had always been thrifty and she placed our needs before her own. My own father had a fatal flaw in his spending habits, which had been a source of constant worry for my mother who always saved for rainy days. I admire my father because he was able to conquer his weakness and now lives simply, enjoying his early retirement. Being involved at the Church has solidified the belief that I should indeed save up not for material things but for my treasure in heaven. I've always had a small allowance but just enough for me to live on and save a little. My weakness shows probably when it came to books, but even so I always bought them at insanely competitive prices during sales. All these contribute to why I behave the way I do about spending. and material things. Though I also hate it when items, no matter the cost, end up lost or stolen or broken it's not the material aspect that affects me, it's the emotional attachment and memories associated with them. However, that leads to another problem- clutter. But that's another issue I shall write about in the future. For now, I am content.
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