Two years ago, I started this blog as a broke graduate student on the north side of Chicago. I was living off of $800 a month and I was on a steep, steep learning curve.
It was a year of firsts for me- my first time living in a new part of the country, with of course, a first real winter, first time living with roomies I’d met on Craigslist. It was my first time having high expenses in a very pricey city, with no money, no graduate school funding and a budget so tight I thought it might suck the fun out of my life forever.
I had no money, no car, no air conditioning, no elevator on the fourth floor and of course, no connections in the new city I called home, Chicago. For awhile, I struggled to find the joy in it all. Once the newness of the experience wore off, I struggled. Living on a very limited budget, far away from family and friends or familiar places challenged me in every aspect of my life.
They say, that it takes heat and pressure over a long period of time to make a lump of coal into a diamond. Also true is that it takes the agitation of a piece of sand for a clam to make a diamond. I consider those two years to be my diamond and pearl years- I got tough as diamonds and picked up a few pearls of wisdom.
One of the things I struggled with most was learning to be happy with what I had while I saved for what I wanted. Learning how to find the joy in the struggle instead of merely suffering was one of the greatest lessons I took away from two years of extreme budget living while in graduate school. Learning to tell yourself that sacrifice is temporary for the greater good is one thing, but to allow yourself to celebrate, to slip up, to be joyful and to embrace that you’re in this chapter and appreciate it for what it is will be one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself.
Within a few months of my new graduate program, I was miserable. I realized very quickly, that going on to get my Ph.D. and working as a college professor was not the life I wanted. I arrived at my new school to realize that the politics of smaller, private schools started to kill my passion for sociology and that I didn’t want to spend my time locked away in the ivory tower of academia. I scrambled, and struggled, for well over a year to figure out what to do next.
Around that time, I started a blog, this blog, and realized that the things I loved about sociology weren’t for naught- but perhaps I could redirect my passion for analytics, social learning and community building from my field in a new way. I began to get into social media and started building a small business to help pay my bills. Instead of dropping out of the program, which would have been a relief, I knew I couldn’t put “half a master’s degree” on my resume and needed to finish.
I developed a crazy dream- if I could build my blog & business to a point it helped pay my bills, and I finished my master’s program, I just saw myself, walking across the stage to collect my diploma in a fancy pair of shoes. In fact, the vision was so vivid, it was a pair of red soles I saw peeking out from beneath my feet as I accepted my diploma. A pair of Christian LouBoutins cost about what I was making at the time per month- it was ludicrous to think I would be able to afford a pair, but I got to work.
The day I saved up to buy these shoes was a special one- but the journey to get there was far better.
There isn’t a lot I can say that I took away from that time financially- I was a very, very broke graduate student who sometimes sustained herself on rice and beans for a few days at a time just to pay rent & save $20 a month for a crazy, totally frivolous, but motivating dream. I saved for well over a year so I could have a pair of red soles to wear at my graduation, but the memory I cherish just as much as the feeling of those special shoes on my feet as I accepted my degree was the work I put into earning them and paying for them in cash after saving for over a year and landing my first big social media client.
When I stopped feeling frustrated that other bloggers seemed to have closets full of fancy shoes and I did not, I learned the hard way to stop playing the comparison game. I simply reveled in the fact that I got my own, my own way- it was a joy I’ll never forget.
I don’t have a lot to show for that time financially, I got by each month by the skin of my teeth- but what I did learn was priceless. Even if I graduated with debt to payoff and worthless thrift store and IKEA furniture, I left that period of my life with the knowledge that there is a true difference between being broke and being poor.
Being broke is an odd blessing, it means you’re working through a rough patch. Being broke is a time of sacrifice you experience while you work towards better things. True, poverty though, is something I hope to help fight for others now that I’m past the point of being broke. Being broke taught me the difference.
Graduating with the most expensive pair of shoes I’ll ever own.
I learned to count your blessings and found resolve in the fact that nothing in life, especially the sucky parts of it, are forever. I was fortunate enough to have the support of family and friends who kept my spirits up and sent care packages, and a degree that would help me find a better paying job…eventually that is.
Mainly, I learned that you will waste your life if you can’t enjoy the state you’re in while fretting over the next one. You’ll be in a better state of life soon enough, and the last one, will be hilarious looking back. Take it from me…memories become diamonds and pearls.
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I love this post. I’m just moving out and on a VERY tight budget. I’m having a hard time adjusting but you made a great point – it’s only for a little while and it will be worth it in the end. I’m doing the same thing you did, trying to start a small business to make a little extra money. Thank you for this post 🙂
This is a great post! My husband and I are currently trying to simply our lives/cut all expenses, while I get through a really rough medical patch and we’re out of work. We’re already learning some of the lessons you talked about. And we have two dogs–who make it worth living for me on those really hard days.
I’m on a tight budget because I want to finish paying off my student loans and save as much as possible for a house. I used to live paycheck to paycheck after I graduated college but that was because I was terrible with money. I wish I could say that I had a hard time, but I didn’t. I just stupidly spent all my money every month.
Great article. Puts things into perspective. I save up for the big purchases too and it can be frustrating, but worth it in the end.
I love this post! And you are rocking those heels!
This is a great post! Living on tight budgets is hard during it, but like you said, there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I love this! I was going to buy a pair of CL shoes for my college graduation…and then didn’t. This post makes me regret that decision! One day I will have a pair…when I’m not broke.
Beautiful post Shannon. I’m grateful for my broke times and my struggles as they’ve motivated me to achieve more and opened my mind to possibilities I didn’t even know existed.
Awwww vintage Shannyn is so adorable!
This post is exactly what I needed right now, I just got a new job offer far away so budgeting is my life right now. Thank you!
I feel like one of the things you need to get through those patches is hope…and that is exactly what this has given me! What a dream, girl! Great job on reaching your goals. I’m definitely wanting to reevaluate some things and come up with something lofty that would make to no sense but go for it anyway. Than you!
PS-I was darn near in tears reading this. Wonderful.