I don't like to talk about money... I don't like to worry about money... I don't like to live my life as if having or not having money is making any huge difference in it...
But, no matter how hard I try to sit back and brush it off... the stark realization that bank account, minus tithe, equals $3 short of rent! kind of sticks a dent into my day... and, try as I may, I can't hide that bleh from those who truly know me!
I hate the fact that the "math" doesn't work. Yet I have to sit back, frugally, and live by faith that it will... That. is hard for me!
The nagging realization that I may have to find myself dipping into my meager 40D savings... aches to no end, and honestly has me stomping around like a three year old who just won't relent on what they know is rightfully theirs. Ack!
And in other news, for those who care, or notice... yes. It's ba-ack! (just when last night I was thinking/reveling to myself that it was over... moving
So I took a picture, and promptly called an understanding friend!)