Bought a double bed at 35 last year and felt like a real person. This year I’m getting a couch. The price difference between good and good enough for now is large but I am legitimising my existence and my future. And not waiting for the perfect situation before I do so.
On a smaller scale, I realised all my mugs and towels had been given as presents. Not a single one bought by myself. Time to choose out some of my own.