Bills bills bills…

Pay day.. aka only the best day ever!

You ever get so excited to have more money in your account but then you realize all your money is going to your bills?

Adulting. Am I right?

I’ve been out of my parents house for a year and a half now. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

First of all, every month I kept wondering if I was going to have enough money to keep the roof over my head or have food every day.

I also stress out like crazy thinking..”what if I didn’t have enough money, would I need to grovel and ask mom and dad?”. Uh yeah that wasn’t happening. My parents have supported me my whole life. Heck I got my workaholic lifestyle fork my dad. They have enough on their plates they done need to be giving me money. (Plus I have too much pride to bother them with something like that).

I find myself working almost 70 hours a week to support myself. It’s exhausting to say the least.

I get anxious and think “that’s not enough hours; I could probably work more”. I could honestly even cut down on some hours now that I live my my boyfriend and we split the bills. I just hate sitting around doing nothing I always feel the need to be working.

The worst part Is.. when I get phone calls from one job or the other to help out that day I hate saying no because I’m already working. I feel the need to help everyone. I also lose time to volunteer with my rescue squad. Then after all is said and done I’m often too tired to spend time with friends.

I guess that’s adulting for you huh?

In the end when that pay check comes in, I’m relieved to know I have a roof over my head and food on the table. The work was worth it.

Enjoy the quote below.

Until next time,

T

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