Sophia Aresa soft little diary
Slow MoneyNovember 18, 2025· 8 min read

The three-step money approach I wish someone had told me at twenty-two

I don't have a financial planner and I'm not recommending one (though they're great if you can). What I have is a three-part way of thinking about money that has quietly reduced my financial anxiety more than any specific strategy.

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It was a quiet Sunday in November. Outside, the sky had settled into that flat grey that sits over everything from about half past two in the afternoon. I made a second cup of tea — the one I always pretend I won't make — and I sat down at my little desk with a notebook and a spreadsheet open on the screen. I'd been putting this off for weeks. Months, honestly. There's a particular kind of avoidance that feels almost virtuous: I'm not ready yet, I need to understand it better first, I'll do it properly when I have more time. What I was really saying was: I'm scared of what the numbers will tell me.

I'm not a finance person. I want to be clear about that before I write another sentence. I don't have a financial planner, I have never once understood what an ISA is on the first explanation, and I have spent a genuinely embarrassing amount of my adult life just not opening certain bank emails. Not out of laziness — out of that low-level dread that hums under everything when money feels like a force you can't quite control. The financial freedom strategy people talk about online always sounds like something that requires a certain kind of person — organised, fluent in numbers, starting from a position of safety. I didn't feel like that person for a long time.

But what I've slowly built — not a plan, more a framework for thinking — has quietly, steadily made my relationship with money less frightening. I want to share it the way I'd share anything on this soft little diary: not as advice, just as what worked for me personally. Please talk to a qualified professional if you're dealing with anything serious. This is just my experience.

Step one: know your actual number

Not the number that would make you feel rich. Not the number that represents some imagined life. The number you actually need, every month, to feel secure — to feel like the floor will hold.

I sat down that Sunday with my notebook and I wrote out every recurring expense I have. Rent. Utilities. Food. The subscriptions I actually use. Transport. The small irregular things — a birthday here, a dentist visit there — averaged into monthly contributions. I added them all up. And then I sat with that number.

It was smaller than the formless dread had suggested. That's the thing about giving fear a specific shape: it almost always turns out to be less monstrous than the fog version. The fog is infinite. A number has edges. Once I knew my actual number — the one that represents floor, not ceiling — something in my chest loosened.

I'd heard the advice "know your numbers" a hundred times and always assumed it was about maximising something. But for me it was about minimising the dread. When you know exactly what you need to feel okay, you stop catastrophising in the abstract. You have a target that is genuinely reachable, and that reachability matters more than you might think.

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The Sunday I finally sat down with the numbers. Less scary with tea involved.

Step two: the recurring expense you forgot you had

This one was almost funny when I found it. I went through my bank statement — something I had not done in an embarrassingly long time — and there it was. A subscription I'd signed up for during a moment of optimism approximately eighteen months earlier. A meal-planning app. I had not opened it since approximately week two.

There's always one. Sometimes it's a streaming service you forgot about when you switched to another. Sometimes it's a delivery service you used twice. Sometimes it's something you genuinely intended to use and kept meaning to cancel and just… didn't. It's never catastrophic on its own, but it's the kind of thing that, when you find it, gives you this small, satisfying sense of reclaiming something.

I'm not here to tell you to cut every luxury. I drink too much tea and I buy flowers sometimes and I will not apologise for either of those things. But the forgotten expense — the one that's costing you something without giving you anything back — that one is worth finding. Go through your statements, this week or this weekend, and look for the thing that has been quietly leaving without doing anything in return. Cancel it without ceremony and move on.

It probably isn't going to change your financial situation dramatically. What it does is something different: it gives you the feeling of being in charge. Even just a little. And that feeling, it turns out, is disproportionately valuable when you're working on your relationship with money anxiety.

Step three: the one automatic thing

I resisted automation for a long time because it felt like I was outsourcing a decision I should be making consciously. I thought intentionality required active participation every single time. What I've learned is that the opposite is sometimes true — intention is what you set once, and then you let the system carry it forward so that your tired Wednesday-evening self doesn't have to make a decision about it.

The one thing I automated was a small savings transfer. Not large — genuinely not large. Just a number I felt easy about, set to move the morning after my income arrives. I don't see it leave. I don't negotiate with myself about whether to send it this week. It just goes. And then I look at that savings account occasionally and there's more there than there was, and that is the whole thing.

The size of the automation doesn't matter as much as the consistency of it. You are teaching yourself, over time, that saving is something you simply do — not something you achieve when everything else is perfect. Unfamiliar doesn't mean wrong; it just means new. And after a few months, this particular new thing will feel completely ordinary.

Financial clarity is more achievable than financial abundance — and in my experience, it's actually the one that changes how you feel day to day.

What this is and isn't

I want to be very honest about what this framework does and doesn't do. It does not make you wealthy. It does not resolve significant debt, address systemic financial inequality, or replace qualified advice for complex situations. If you're in genuine financial difficulty, please reach out to someone who can actually help — there are free services for this and it's worth knowing they exist.

What this does is address the specific, grinding anxiety that many of us carry about money even when things are technically fine. That ambient dread. The not-opening-of-emails. The sense that money is a subject for other, more competent people. This framework is built for that flavour of financial discomfort — the kind that isn't about the numbers themselves but about the relationship with the numbers.

Know the floor. Remove the thing that's leaving without earning its place. Automate the one forward-moving action. That's it. Three things that together have, for me, moved the needle from dread to something more like calm.

The afternoon after the Sunday spreadsheet

After I closed the spreadsheet that November afternoon, I sat for a minute with the notebook in my lap. The numbers were there, named, visible, finite. The grey sky outside hadn't changed. The tea was cold. Nothing had materially shifted and yet something had. I'd gone from avoiding a thing to having looked at the thing, and the looking turned out to be the hardest part.

I wrote a few notes to myself about next steps. I circled the forgotten subscription with a small star. I set a reminder to set up the automation that evening, while the motivation was still fresh. And then I made another cup of tea — the third, yes — and I sat by the window and felt, genuinely, a little lighter.

That specific lightness — not wealth, not security in the grand sense, just the small, clean feeling of no longer avoiding something — might be the most underrated feeling in personal finance. It's available to most of us without any particular strategy or starting capital. Just the willingness to name what the number actually is and look at it plainly.

I hope this is useful to someone who needed permission to start small. You don't have to have it all figured out. You just have to find your floor, cancel the forgotten thing, and automate the one action. Everything else can wait until you're ready for it.

The things I wish someone had told me at twenty-two

When I was twenty-two I thought I needed to understand all of it before I could begin any of it. The full picture, the complete strategy, the right moment when I would finally feel financially literate enough to act. I waited a long time for that moment. It didn't arrive with fanfare. What eventually arrived instead was just the quiet, unglamorous realisation that waiting for readiness had cost me more than starting imperfectly would have.

What I wish someone had told me then: financial clarity doesn't require financial sophistication. You don't need to understand the full system to participate in it intentionally. You need to know your floor, which you can find in an afternoon with a notebook. You need to find the one forgotten thing, which you can find in a bank statement. And you need to set up the one automatic action, which takes about ten minutes and then runs without you.

That's genuinely it. Three things, all of them simple, none of them glamorous. The financial freedom strategy that actually changed something in me wasn't a strategy at all — it was a framework for feeling less afraid. For reducing the ambient dread to something manageable. For making the numbers finite and nameable rather than formless and terrifying.

I still don't have a financial planner. I still sometimes have to re-read explanations of certain financial products multiple times before they settle. I still occasionally avoid an email for a day longer than I should. But I know my floor. I check for forgotten expenses every few months. And my small automated saving action has been running quietly in the background for a year now, building something modest and real without requiring a decision from my tired self on any given Wednesday.

Small, consistent, unglamorous. That's the whole thing. And somehow it's more than enough.