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Plans and Promises

Text Message: We need *** to pay the bills this month.

Phone call: "So when do we need the money by?"
"Um, sometime before the end of the month."
"Okay."
"And you're giving me your credit cards, and I'm hiding them. We're a cash family now."
"Okay."
"And you're reading this book."
"Why?"
"Because you need to know what this guy says. I agree with him."

This is the part of life that I love and hate. I love the fact that I feel like I'm living purposefully. I have a goal. It terrifies the snot out of me because it means that I have to give up my weekly shopping sprees on shoes and hats and makeup. I will have to finally master the art of snipping away the dead skin around my toenails. There are worse consequences in life.

I hate the fact that we had to reach this point for me to finally rouse the sleeping tiger within me to get some control over my life decisions. My tendency is to let people be who they are in the belief that one day they will see the light. I've been hoping for far too long that my husband and I would find ourselves on the same financial path. We did...the broke one!

Ah, but today is a new beginning. My credit cards are safely hidden. The budget for the month is set. I feel like a new woman. I'm looking forward to getting rid of the clutter, both in my house and on my credit report.

Regaining my direct and non-negotiable "voice" again has been priceless.

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Christy said…
Suggestion - you can get about $20 for donating blood plasma. Don't ask how I know that.
6:38 PM
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