So the month-end is here. The main reason I go to work every weekday. The time to make the budgets and pay off debt.
Tonight while making my budget for the month of August, I broke down. I realized just how little I had compared to how much I needed. My salary can’t cover the rent, transport, groceries and paying of the debt on my new and much needed laptop. That’s without mentioning the wedding costs and tuition fees I need to take care of. I wrote down a whole list of everything and I panicked.
I’ve been putting this forward and never getting round to it. Writing should come easy considering the number of things that flash through my mind. But the speed at which they do is probably the cause of the chronic writer’s block. So here I am, Emelie Sande in my headphones, stuck in traffic and the keypad under my thumbs. Just the right conditions for me to zone out and try to focus on my fleeting thoughts.
The biggest issue on my mind recently has been my weight. Once upon a time I was a skinny kid. But that was eons ago. Since puberty struck, the numbers on the scale have been alternating like a teenager’s moods. And now in my 20’s, it continues to spiral out of control. I’ve been a size 10 and 12. The problem is probably that I know exactly what the problem is.