Anything that is not absolutely needed to survive (for my home business as well) has been cut. Any monthly memberships to anything has been cut. No gyms, no more water deliveries, no YMCA, no Netflix, no nothing. We'll be keeping the AT&T Uverse account, but I'll cut the TV part down to nothing and keep the fiber optic internet because I use that for my freelance work.
Next up is the W4s. I'll go from claiming 3 to 1 and Marla will go from 4 to 1. <--- This was probably our biggest mistake. Lesson learned. We'll pay more taxes during the year as opposed to getting assraped on Tax Day. We were slightly prepared, but not for this large of a hit.
I enrolled in my company's 401k, even though %'s are shit, 10% of my gross income will go to the pre-tax shelter.
For the first times in our lives, we'll be on a payment plan for our taxes. We should be able to fix this by draining all our savings and then making payments over the next six months. Just in time to save for next year's tax raping.
Mar and I will be living lean from now on. Goodbye big backyard parties, you'll be missed. Blame our greedy uncle.
So I freaked out the day about saving money and freaked out Marla on the plane to Utah about it. Every now and then I panic about the future and how we're going to keep up our jet-setting lifestyle well into our fifties and beyond. Most of the time, I'm pretty even keeled, but money is always something that affects me emotionally. And I know it shouldn't, but it does. So, until we advance into a Star Trek universe where there is no monetary system, I will continue to freak out about it. 