Delaying happiness … or not … with my veggie garden

Lettuce growing in veggie garden

 

In the personal finance community, we often read and write about delayed gratification. We choose to pay off our debt and are big on saving for the future; having a nest egg for our retirement, early or otherwise.

We weigh our intentions to purchase carefully – do I really need this? Is it something I truly value? How will it add value to my life?

This increased mindfulness on my spending habits is great – it allows me to spend money on what I value as I struggle with frugality.

However, sometimes I worry that we work so hard at saving for our future that we deny ourselves happiness and fulfilment in the present. I worry that not only are we saving up our money to use in the future but we are also saving up (read … delaying) our happiness – waiting to experience joy and happiness in the future when I … (fill in the blanks).

Since discovering FIRE, I have tried to balance the two – it is absolutely crucial to save for my future self  but it is equally important to be happy and fulfilled now. If that means I have to spend some money exploring and pursuing activities that bring me joy now instead of waiting until I reach FI and retire, then I am OK with it.

A case in point is my foray into gardening recently, specifically a vegetable garden.

Gardening

Gardening is one skill that I admire in others but alas, a skill that I sorely lack! After all, I can kill parsley. And even my mint, which everyone tells me grows like a weed is attacked by something hungry. 

‘Holey’ mint – slowly recovering …

 

I love beautiful gardens – somehow the natural beauty of flowers and foliage appeal to me greatly. I am often distracted in my walks around the neighbourhood by other people’s thriving gardens. And often stop to admire a plant or flower or landscape design.

But more than that, I have always wanted a vegetable garden. I want to eat veggies fresh from a garden, grown by myself so I know exactly what has been used to grow them. I always have this romantic vision of harvesting my veggies just before I cook them into some sensational dish.

When I first moved into my own home, I was initially excited to research what plants I can grow. I don’t have much space so I need to be sure the plants are right for the conditions. I was so disappointed that there wasn’t a suitable area to plant a vegetable garden. My home is shaded by other buildings or trees on neighbouring properties. Vegetables need sunny exposure.

And gardens need love and time …

Both of which I am sad to say, I did not have to bestow. I was too busy working. Soon, I could not keep up. And in order for my garden not to look neglected and attract complaints from neighbours, I hired a gardener. Who did a brilliant job of maintaining the garden.

I soon lost interest – so long as my plants are healthy and flowering, I am satisfied. Besides, I hardly spend any time outside – I am embarrassed to say that my sliding door to the backyard was stuck for years. Every now and then, I was happy to look outside and enjoy seeing my flowering camellias or clivias.

I told myself that I would learn how to garden when I retired. That I was too busy earning a living, that my spare time was too precious to spend in the garden. Once again, just like my finances, I relegated gardening to the too hard basket and life drifted on.

Then I discover FIRE …

and start exploring why I want to achieve financial independence and retire early. And quickly arrive at the conclusion that I should explore activities now before I retire instead of just working hard towards a future goal. I don’t want to arrive at retirement, exhausted and burnt out.

Plus after tracking my expenses for a year, it surprises me that my gardener’s fees and new fences and new plants last year is one of my highest spending categories.

So I now decide that I need to be more hands on with doing some maintenance myself and slowly cut back on my gardener.

But dare I dream of a vegetable garden?

Once again, I look around my garden and lament the lack of a suitable spot for a vegetable garden. I whinged to a friend who took a minute to think laterally then suggested –  ‘how about the front of the house? You do get some sun exposure out the front.’

I was stunned. Not once in the sixteen years since I moved in, have I ever considered the front of the house. Never, ever. You don’t plant vegetables in front of your house! Everyone knows that! I do have a rosemary bush near my front door. My neighbour once commented that it was a strange place to plant rosemary, so goodness knows what she thinks of a vegetable garden at the front of the house.

So … now the question arose – should I pursue this possibility? Dare I pursue this possibility?

Raised garden beds – wicking beds

The area in question where my friend suggested for a veggie garden can best be described as a parking spot for a visitor’s car, situated between the neighbouring unit and mine. The space belongs to me so there is no question of objection from my neighbour.

Because the area is concreted, I need raised garden beds – with a ‘floor'(base). There are so many available on the market these days. And thanks to increased apartment living, there are many smaller units designed for balconies.

Then I discover the existence of wicking beds – a real game changer! It is basically a raised garden bed with a water reservoir at the bottom and soil at the top to grow the vegetables. The roots ‘wick’ the water up from the reservoir when they need it, much like when you put the tip of a paper towel in water and water ‘wicks’ up the paper towel.

The water reservoir needs filling once a week only (and not even this much when it has been raining these wintry months) with excess water draining out of the overflow outlet.

This literally solves my anxiety of having to water my veggies daily. I usually come home from work late at night and just want to hole up inside.

The cost of establishing a vegetable garden

This is after all a personal finance blog so yes, the costs matter 🙂

Once I decide a wicking bed is my veggies’ best chance of survival, it’s a matter of deciding whether to buy a fully installed one or build it from scratch.

Since I do not have a DIY bone in my body (another skill that I will have to learn)  and reading about all the things that can go wrong with making your own wicking bed, I decide to buy a fully installed one.

But if you want to make your own, feel free to check this out.

I bought 2 beds – 1.2m x 1.2m and 600cm x 1.2m, fully installed – ie they deliver the beds and set up the water reservoir with lining, scoria, soil and compost, fully ready for planting veggies. In addition, I got them to install a system whereby I can throw over a net to keep out birds and the dreaded cabbage moths that can decimate my plants.

Wicking bed set up

 

I bought and planted the following: broccolini, cauliflower, beetroot, carrot, snow peas, lettuce, boy choy and chinese cabbage (wombok). Plus I had sprouting garlic and spring onions so planted those too.

Wicking beds with netting, set up and installation – $940

Vegetable seedlings – $35

So total cost – $975

While it has not been cheap to set up, another friend who is way more experienced in gardening and who has set up wicking beds from scratch reckon that it was a good deal as I saved a lot of heartache and time. Specifically of hauling bags of potting mix, compost and manure needed to fill the beds; and if not set up properly, the pain of uprooting plants, shovelling soil etc to get to the water reservoir to fix piping or blockage etc. All of which she has done and swear never again!

I did save on delivery fee ($65) as they had a Mother’s Day promotion.

And the proof is in the pudding, right?

After just 5 weeks …

So, to be clear, the only maintenance I do after planting the seedlings is add water at the inlet pipe once a week and water with a liquid seaweed treatment (2 – 3 caps of Seasol in 9L water) every fortnight. How simple is that? Even a black thumb like me could cope with it.

And the results? Speak for themselves, don’t you think?

From garden to bowl

 

Yay, success! Finally, I have tasted veggies planted by myself! And drumroll please … they were sensational, haha! Crisp and sweet.

Final thoughts

I did initially balk at the set up and installation cost of the wicking beds. But I really am not a DIY person at all. And traditional beds (which would have been much cheaper to set up) require too much effort and time to maintain – not the right ‘season’ for me at the moment. Plus I am not much of a gardener.

But the JOY(!!!) it has brought me and my close friends is immeasurable – we have all oohed and aahed over the weekly progress, waiting with bated breath to see if the seedlings will establish. Who knew seeing veggies grow would be so fulfilling and rewarding and just … delicious?

I am so very glad that this project has not turned out to be a disaster. It was and still is a big experiment. It is early days, after all.

What I am most happy about is that I did not delay this experiment until I retired – I would have missed out on so much anticipation, excitement and happiness!  The other side benefit? It forces me to go outdoors more often – the veggies need a daily inspection!

I look forward to many more happy times of planting and eating my veggies, of watching them grow and be productive.

Have you started any hobbies or projects now instead of waiting until you retire?

 

 

 

 

 

Run your own race, one step at a time

Bolte Bridge, Melbourne

Last Sunday, on a beautiful sunny crisp morning, I ran 12.6km in a fun run – Run for the kids – an annual event that raises money for the Royal Children’s Hospital in Melbourne.

As I type these words, it still seems surreal.

At the beginning of the year, I could not run 2km, let alone more than 10km.

But my very sore muscles can attest to the fact that I did. And I ran continuously which was my only goal. I didn’t care how long it took me or what my best time was etc etc. I just wanted to run the whole way without walking.

And I DID!!! I feel like a million dollars right now, haha! Not then – I could hardly walk in a straight line after I finished.

The last time I participated in this fun run was in 2015 when I was a lot better prepared, trained harder and four years younger. Since then, I have not participated in any fun runs at all.

As I ran, I reflected on the similarity between running and being on the FI journey.

Hey, I had to distract myself, ok? I don’t listen to podcasts or music or audio books when I run. I actually like the thinking time that running gives me.

My exercise history

Or lack thereof.

I have a love hate relationship with exercise – more on the hate side, if I am really being honest here.

As a child, I never ran around much. We shared a bike between my brother and I and he used it much more than me. I never participated in much sports either. I just liked lying around reading – many a time my mum would yell at me to stop being so lazy, haha! And guess what, nothing much has changed in adulthood.

When I turned 30, I thought that I should start exercising as I was now ‘old’ and I had better do something to stay healthy. I love my food, desserts in particular. And was carrying more weight compared to my high school years, when I was described as a stick. It, ahem, was certainly not an apt description of me anymore.

So I joined a gym. Attendance was sketchy. Once, I drove into the car park, sat in the car for 5 minutes then promptly reversed out again.

The benefits

Everyone: Endorphins, girl! You get a release of endorphins when you exercise, you feel good!

Me: Umm, no. I just feel pain, everywhere.

As a health professional, I know the benefits of exercise all too well. But still I am very resistant to exercising. 

Just like I knew it was a ‘good thing’ to manage my money well or to invest but did I do anything about it? Nope.

Knowing that something is good for you does not necessarily translate to taking action.

What stops me from running?

Excuses

It’s raining. It’s about to rain.

Too hot, too cold, too sunny, too humid.

It’s too dark in the morning, too dark in the evening.

I’m too tired, too stressed. I can’t be bothered.

There are too many hills where I live …

You name it – I’ve used it as an excuse not to run.

Limiting beliefs

I signed up for a personal trainer at the gym after I struggled with attendance. The first thing I told her was “I don’t run”. She replied that it didn’t matter and got me on the treadmill. Then slowly increased the speed till I couldn’t walk anymore – I was in effect, running!

What is stopping us from pursuing FI?

I am not smart enough for all this personal finance stuff.

Frugality is not for me – I enjoy the finer things in life.

I don’t know the first thing about investing.

I am too old to start.

How can I save when I have so much debt? It is impossible to pay off debt early and live a decent life at the same time.

I don’t earn enough.

And so on and on.

These are just excuses and limiting beliefs, no different to the ones I have for not running. We can learn how to manage our money. You don’t need a college or university degree to learn this.

The online FIRE community is truly awesome. There are literally thousands of blogs, podcasts, you tube and other resources. Find someone that resonates with you, your situation, your life experiences – believe me, you are not alone. Start your own blog, podcast, you tube channel if you can’t find a voice similar to yours.

You can do this!

Then I procrastinate

I just need to get over this stressful time at work, then I’ll start running.

I can’t possibly start a new project now – as it is, I don’t have enough time to do everything I need to survive.

It can wait …

In the meantime, I am getting more unfit and less motivated to start.

Same with my finances. I let myself drift along then all of a sudden, I am 47 years old and panicking that I will not have enough money saved to retire by 65.

So just start … and set a goal

On and off over the last 17 years, I dabbled with exercise …

I wasted so much money joining a gym and not cancelling the monthly membership fee when I wasn’t going. Because I always think that I’ll start again tomorrow, next week, next month.

Which is why I try to run these days. It doesn’t cost anything except for shoes. (my running gear is very dated but they fit me so … it’s not a fashion contest!)

After a long time not running or exercising, I started running round a football oval near my house in January. I started with alternating between walking one lap with running one lap then building up to running more than 20 laps.

I wasn’t always consistent. In fact, I hardly ran at all in February. But my friend and I enrolled in the Run For The Kids fun run so with the looming deadline, I had no choice but to get going again in March.

Having a deadline or goal gives me a kick up the backside. It makes taking action just that much more pressing, more urgent.

If I know I need to save $$$ by July for an upcoming trip away, it is much easier to start saving.

The start of the fun run

Run For The Kids 2019 … and we’re off!

The atmosphere is electric! I love that energy. There is a buzz in the air, the hum of nervous, excited chatter among the thousands waiting to start. We are grouped into different zones and start in waves at staggered times. I can hear runners quietly rehearsing their strategy; others bemoaning their fitness.

And then we are off …

There is a lot of excitement too when we first decide to pursue FI – we have been reading blogs and listening to podcasts – we are pretty pumped – let’s start. And there is that nervous, excited energy – is it going to work? Will we succeed?

The middle

The wind is in my hair … unfortunately it is blowing in the wrong direction.

I am running into a headwind, trudging up a never ending incline towards Bolte Bridge.

It feels like one step forward and half a step backwards.

But I am heading in the right direction, towards the finish line. I just can’t see the finish line yet. I concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.

Runners pushing prams run past me. This year, I did not see anyone with a child on their shoulders running past me – in the past, that is not an uncommon sight.

I tell myself – run at your own pace, you’ll be fine.

I look around. There are lots who are just walking. Mind you, some of the walkers walk faster than I was jogging. But there is a mixture of progress – some are absolutely speeding by, some are strolling. Some start running then walk then start running again.

When we are immersed in the FIRE community, we encounter many on different stages of their journey. Some are paying off debt; others have insane (to me) savings rate; some are negotiating higher pay while others are pursuing side hustles. Some have enormous amounts to invest while others are scraping by with an emergency fund.

There will always be some that are absolutely killing it while others are struggling. 

It can feel like everyone else is doing better than me. And sometimes it seems we take a step forward then half a step backwards. We finish paying off a loan then the car breaks down. Or our hours are cut when we were doing so well meeting our saving goals.

It is not a race – we are on this journey, OUR journey at our own pace, one step at a time. So long as we are going in the right direction, a little detour will not deflect us from our end goal of reaching financial independence and maybe retiring early.

The end is in sight

Once I run over the big hill and down the gentle slope, I think yeah, the worse is over. Then the steep little hills appear out of nowhere.

So again, I have to dig deep. I can see the little hills ahead in the distance. I psych up and move my arms so my legs will naturally follow. All the time thinking – a downhill is coming … when I can run effortlessly.

The end is nigh but the last one and a half kilometres feels so long – where, oh where is that finish line? This is when I just want to walk, to stop running.

Drummers and volunteers on the route are cheering us on, calling out encouragement to keep going, it’s only 3km, 2km, less than 1km to go .. you can do it.

I can see other runners who have completed the run – they are now walking back in the opposite direction. Ahhh … I still have to keep going.

And then there it is … the finish line … the relief … I can definitely stop running soon …

At long last, the end is in sight

I hear a voice near my right ear. Do you mind moving to the left please? A vision impaired athlete is coming up behind you.

I stagger to the left. A vision impaired woman running with a companion breezes past me to the finish line. That puts my achievement in perspective! It is challenging as it is running this course but to do it without being able to see is AMAZING!

There are always challenges, obstacles, setbacks and hills, some bigger and steeper than others throughout our FI journey. Being mentally prepared and financially prepared in the form of emergency funds, sinking funds help us face these challenges head on.

Having companions to run with us can keep us accountable and make the long journey fun. We need our FI tribe on the sidelines, cheering us on to the finish line. Learning from each other, helping others, encouraging one another sustain us in our journey.

But nothing and nobody can take action for us – we still have to do the running ourselves. We still have to take action ourselves to save that extra dollar, automate salary sacrificing, buy the less expensive brand and so on.

I am dreaming of that end point – when I can say … job well done, you can stop running now. You have sufficient passive income to cover your expenses for life – you are now financially independent.

Final thoughts

It takes me a few laps around the oval or at least 3km on the road before I find my rhythm. There is always a group of fit senior ladies walking round the oval at the same time – they never fail to laugh at my tomato red face. I just laugh with them, wave and keep going.

My goal is clear – I need to run continuously for 21, 22, 23 laps eventually being able to run 15km, 20km and hey presto, there may be a marathon in me after all. Just don’t tell my personal trainer.

Being on the FI journey is a lot like running. You may not be able to see the end destination yet but your goal is clear. And by taking one step after another, you will eventually arrive at your destination.

Just run your own race, one step at a time.

 

Are you running your FI journey at your own pace? Where are you on your journey – the start, the middle, the end?

Let me know in the comments below. And please subscribe to my email list – I would love to cheer you on to the finish line! 

 

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