I should be good at this adult thing after more than forty years. The separating of needs and wants, the prioritizing, the budgeting, the waiting, the discipline... That should be especially true in the case of things I was living contentedly without—until I learned of their existence. Then, like a little kid, I can think of all sorts of reasons I absolutely need it. Or I'll die!
Syrp Genie Mini. It would allow me to do smooth, stable, panning motions when I'm shooting videos. It would make my videos more visually interesting. It would let me do time lapse shots. It's a little larger than a hockey puck, so it wouldn't take up room in the Rolling steel tent. But it's $250. Ow. But way less ow than a $1,500 motorized, digitally controlled camera slider, so it would be a bargain. Right Mom and Dad?
The true, good and proper adult in me has won out, though. For now. My inner spoilsport disciplinarian said, "Don't go making this decision right after payday when you're feeling flush. Wait to see how much you have left at the end of the month."
"And then we'll have a discussion about building up the Rolling Steel Tent's maintenance fund."
"And the biannual insurance payment that keeps catching you unprepared."
"This magic genie thing..."
"Syrp Genie Mini."
"Whatever. It can see how it would be a necessity if this little video hobby of yours were making any money, but..."
"O-KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY! I get it. I get it. I won't get it. Yet."