Wow, it seems the more I come to terms with my dissatisfaction, the more broke I get. Now I have next to nothing in my savings but my bills are paid. I am thinking of skipping my book club tonight because I am broke until Friday after trying to cover my bills. Can't even afford the overpriced food in the coffeeshop anymore. Pathetic, I know. At least I am not alone, everybody is broke.
Here is my question: Why does everyone insist on actually cashing the checks I send them? Well, that's an obvious and probably idiotic question, maybe more like a wish. I like to look at all the money I have before it gets siphoned out. When I think of my bank account I have an image of sand leaking from a hole, yeah, but I know the bills are paid, that is reassuring, and plenty of food at home.
Keep telling yourself that. So says my inner accountant.
Everyday, i tell myself things like: I will organize my story outline, I will start on my story, I'll dig out poems for a competitiion or Indigest, one of those things. Or I will go home and watch that documentary from Netflix, that I have had for almost a month.
Acccchhhh.....one big scream!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment