I’m sitting here at my desk at work thinking about how I have financially fucked myself beyond repair. And I have to wait another 9 days before my next check.
This shit has to end.
I need to find a way to financial greatness because I hate worrying about money. I know that it’s a concern most people (all people) experience at some time in their lives. But I thought I had beaten the system. And it’s not like I bought a whole bunch of shit for myself that I wanted like games and clothes and booze (I did buy some clothes, but that was all on credit). I bought shit like mini blinds, a shoe rack and a power drill to put the damn blinds up.
Believe me, those are not fun purchases. I did not expend a large amount of joy in spending that money.
And as I sit here, hungry in more ways than one, I think about how things were only a few short weeks ago when I didn’t think about the money I didn’t have because I HAD some money.
Well, tomorrow is payday bitches!!!! And that money is already spent. Eight days ago I was panicking. I had no clue how I was going to make it through the next week, but I’m still here. I learned a very valuable lesson:
Time and Money Have Wings.
Think about it. Everyone says that time and money are precious. Everyone says that time IS money. But what they don’t tell you is that just a quickly as money disappears so does time. The two are equally important but of the two, when one runs out life is truly over. The lesson I learned is to stop worrying about money. It will come and it will go, but to spend my life so preoccupied with how I’ll make ends meet is just a waste of my time. And that’s so much more important than money.