I have a confession.
I have plugged the leaks in my personal finance. I have taken stock of my finances; I have more than enough in my emergency fund, I have properties I am leasing out, and I am investing in the stock market.
But I still have a hard time living below my means and within my needs.
You see, I was a shopaholic.
The mall was my therapy! I get stressed, I shop. I have nothing to do, I shop. I need to get this same blouse I am wearing in a different color, I shop.
Shopping made me happy!
I have curbed my addiction, thankfully.
You see, I have gone through times when money would magically fill my wallet (of course, it was not magic, but I sure did go through those times when money came easily), and I would literally go on a rampage in the mall which was why I ended up with unworn shoes (stuck in boxes in the dark corners of the shoe cabinet) and enough makeup for a family and five kikay daughters.
Until, of course, tough times came and I had to really really think hard if I needed another extra pair of those cute wedges or that new CC Cream.
That was why I secretly resented this: