Theres's an adjustment period to all change, for all humans everywhere. It's true of course that there are loads and loads of people (measuring perhaps even in the low dozens) for whom a change of life circumstances--family, employment, finances, romantic, religious, health, celebrity, level of metallic sheen in your skin tone, all the normal major ones--is just another thing to be noted, piled on top of the stack labeled EXPERIENCES, integrated and moved on from. They can just keep swimming forward, eating as they need, like sharks, but with dead-er eyes.
Unfortunately, I'm in other category where the slightest disruption of routine or what I know to be predictable is grounds for a late-night impromptu phone session with my therapist at the emergency off-hours rate not covered by insurance. It's possible in this way I'm something of an overachiever in the the-known-is-inherently-better-than-all-other-options scope of human behavior. A decade-plus ago I was the guy trying to salvage a marriage that had already clearly failed, and living miserably because of it. It's embarrassing in retrospect, but faced with the prospect of, say, opening a new bank account and re-establishing your entire online bill paying routine, boy, you'll tolerate a lot. Everything worked out great in retrospect. I mean, I'm with a credit union now, so, that's two toxic relationships I launched myself out of, my marriage AND multinational corporate banking. It's been a real hot streak.
My credit union has an online banking app, which my old bank had too but I was always too wary of losing it because, you know, multinational corporate, etc. You can google "bank of america data breach" if you want, but you're really going to have to specify a year if you want to find just one. The good news is with the app I can access and monitor my bills whenever I want, wherever I happen to be. The downside, as you can imagine, is that now I can access and monitor my bills whenever I want, wherever I happen to be.
So here I am trying to adjust already to the luxurious new emotional obstacle of bonding myself to a new car. Already something of a struggle, if a happy one, just because I'm a native-born Anxiety American trying to metabolize something that wasn't part of my normal six-ish weeks ago. If that wasn't weird enough, it doesn't run on gasoline of any kind, which is admittedly way easier to get used to on a practical level when you don't have to find time to stop and idly read the Prop 65 warnings posted on all the gas pumps as you wait for your car to fill up. You can just plug it in at home! Overnight! As needed!
Convenient, yes. But not the same as it was before, which I immediately noticed, of course, but is really starting to sink in as I check my online banking app and see my first full month's electric bill with the new electro-car and... OK, what's the breathing exercise to calm down? My body is saying "shallow, rapid breaths so harsh you can hear your larynx rasp," yeah, that feels right...
Nope, got dizzy. OK. Southern California Edison is in for an absolute bonanza, congratulations to them, a semi-private public utility that at least has a slightly less murderous PR burden than the state's other major provider.
It's by far the most I've ever paid for electricity. By far. By far. By far. But! I have years of directed training in emotional coping, I can just remember to ground myself, look for perspective, like 1) I've never had an electric vehicle before, of course it was always going to be higher than normal, 2) it's August, traditionally the hottest month of the year, which this has been so far after an unusually mild July, so it was also always going to be the most expensive electric bill of the year, and 3) hoo boy, right down the list of bills from my SCE one is my credit card that I used to use to at the gas station and dang, that's a pretty, pretty low number.
OK, I think I'm there. It'll take a few more months to make this new normal the normal-normal, but I can see a path. And if there are setbacks, I have my therapist's direct line and a paper bag I can breathe into and an almost endless variety of mood-altering drugs on the market if it comes to that. Everyone knows the best way out of a financial panic is to buy your way out of it. Luckily I know lunch-sized paper bags are pretty reasonably priced.