Call it a whim or the urge of the new adult but today I decided to sit down and make a budget for myself. It was strange, this process. Never before have I lived in a world where the numbers in my bank account had any real meaning. They were just that: numbers. Abstract.
Now they mean rent and food and eggrolls on Saturday mornings. But it must last.
I don't know why but I've grown up with this deep seated fear of failure inside me - fear that I'll make all the wrong choices, buy all the wrong things and the ends won't meet. Content to live in the shadow of my parents, I've let them pay for most of the things in my life and thus have avoided this fear.
But now there are no parents here and the ends still have to meet.
Now they mean rent and food and eggrolls on Saturday mornings. But it must last.
I don't know why but I've grown up with this deep seated fear of failure inside me - fear that I'll make all the wrong choices, buy all the wrong things and the ends won't meet. Content to live in the shadow of my parents, I've let them pay for most of the things in my life and thus have avoided this fear.
But now there are no parents here and the ends still have to meet.
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