I made the mistake of looking at my checking account this morning and deciding that I simply can’t do it. I panicked and cried and then went and walked the dog and cleared my head.
It will be fine. It’s just going to be tight for a while. Very, very tight.
But I’m frustrated that I can’t get myself to believe it.. “Look here, brain,” I say, showing the numbers. And my brain still screams “NoOOOOo! We are in big trouble.”
It’s weird. I just keep telling myself, “I’m halfway through July. I just need to make it to the end of July and see that it can be done.”
But I’m actually just a fourth of the way through July. Still, it can be done.
In other news, I’ve started something for October for around here. I’m feeling ugh about Sue. And I’m not sure why. We’re back to the “go out to the farm, find out the plan, thwart the plan,” which should go easy enough, but I think I’m just putting the stress I feel about life onto the writing.
Not good. So, I’m glad to be distracted a little.