I’m not smart enough for creditors to auto-suck their payments out of my checking account. I have maybe two automatic payments, and I write out checks for the other twenty things. Wait…is it two automatic payments? I’m not sure. And I forget the current status of my GoDaddy account. That’s why I write checks.
“Here, I’ll show you how to set up automatic payments,” says helpful friend.
That’s sweet. I’m sure that I could set them up. And then I would lose track of my payments into a mental stream where numbers grow legs and dance around in (actually quite pretty) flowered hats. I need to continue my check-writing Saturday mornings to stay on top of my finances.
Hand-writing checks is zen, probably wards off dementia, and forces me to confront both my finances and my imperfect handwriting. Also, it feels great when I use my dad’s old metal ruler to draw a perfect line after the dollar amount.