Pity Party

Earlier today I was thinking about how my brother's coming home next weekend and we're going to go back to Mid-MO and hang out with the fam.

I was thinking about how that was going to be nice and how it is kind of pleasant that I am within an easy driving distance of Jeff/Columbia if I do want to go.  

And then I started thinking about how I would have to fill up on gas probably twice during the weekend.

And then I got that "Oh, my god, I'm so broke I literally can't afford to drive home for the weekend" queasy feeling in my stomach.  In fact, I'm kind of getting it again now.

For the most part, I really don't care how much money I have.  I don't need a lot.  I don't live a very pricey lifestyle.  But when it gets to the point that I really don't know how I'm going to pay my bills, I start to panic.  

Mainly this is due to the fact that I hate hate hate having to admit that I can't take care of myself.  Some would call this stubbornness and misplaced pride.  I call it healthy independence.

Oh well.  I'll figure something out.  And in the meantime, I'll practice humility.  And patience.  And frugality.  Three things I'm not great at.  But I'm going to become a superstar at.  Just you wait.

Song of the Day: Haley by Needtobreathe (Most relatable song ever... Everyone's been here.)