Counting My Financial Blessings

This post is literally to prevent myself from snapping and going crazy. Yes, things are well, but as everyone knows there is always something lurking around the corner waiting to jump out and choke you out. Okay, maybe that’s just me. It does seem like an unexpected disaster is always sneaking up on me in some form and really, I’m getting sick of it.

So. Regroup. My financial blessings to follow. I have an abundance of other blessings to count that are not financially related, but this is Miss Bankrupt and so I proceed with preventing myself from going nuts.

1.  I am not hungry.  Actually I am hungry because I’m one of those people that needs to eat multiple and entire meals every day. Another blessing that is not financial but yet related of course is the ability to do this without killing myself. No matter what jumps out at me, my daughter and I always have more food than anyone would ever need. We aren’t exactly prepared food-wise if the end of the world is nearing, unless you count the cans of kidney beans and artichoke hearts, but if it’s the end of the world we won’t be eating anyway.

2.  My family is close. How is this a financial blessing? Numerous ways of course, and no I’m not hitting up the fam for cash. In relation to my first point, I am not hungry, but there is a certain security in knowing that my parents are down the street if for some odd reason I have no food, or in the event that it is the end of the world and I happen to be alive and sick of kidney beans.

3.  I have a home. I am renting but for the rent I am paying and for the money that I make, my daughter and I live in the nicest home and area that anyone could ask for. A pigsty which I am ashamed to admit because I still haven’t figured out how to budget in a housekeeper, but living in a home with no issues, no roof caving in, no rats or broken down anything, well is pretty much priceless.

4.  I dress well. Don’t ask me how but I’m pretty much a broke person in nice clothing and so is my daughter. Material at best, but in my opinion how we appear directly affects how we think of ourselves. Sometimes. When I’m working out I don’t care obviously because I still feel good. My daughter does not have to wear torn up clothing that doesn’t fit her properly and pretty soon we’ll be able to share clothes. Sweet.

5.  I have jobs that pay the bills. Jobs that exhaust me and overwhelm me, but I am employed and compensated for the exhaustion. I have the privilege also of being able to work from home which not only saves money on daycare expenses but allows me to be with my daughter instead of adding a part time gig to supplement my finances.

Maybe these seem simplistic but I work where I see plenty of people in worse situations. I am also reminded that at least I don’t live in North Korea (see previous post).

I am frustrated beyond explanation but things can always. Always. Be worse.