With all the dire predictions of a major snowstorm heading our way, I find myself not worrying about warmth or food. I am sweating how much I'll owe for snow removal over at my mom's house.
"How much I'll owe" ... it's a familiar theme here. I haven't had a raise in more than three years. Yet everything -- insurance, taxes, assessments -- has gone up. Plus I have been spending too much money.
And I simply must stop.
I have a cushion in that my mortgage is paid through August. I've done that intentionally in case I lose my job. I may find myself skipping my next payment and using that money to pay down my credit cards. Gulp.
I am so sick of worrying about money.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
it is a shame we allow ourselves to be a slave to the all might dollar....sometimes i just say...dang i will never be out of debt...don't i deserve to just buy this one item...afterwards..I am sick I was so weak! I am close to having my CC's paid..but am already have a list of the "I Wants"
ReplyDeleteGal, you are not alone!
I can so relate to never getting ahead.
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