So, I'm climbing on LeProfesseurGothique's healthy bandwagon, because there is more of me than is comfortable to carry and not enough muscles to carry it all with. My eating habits today have been rubbish. RUBBISH. I ate ALL the chicken masala and ALL the palak paneer and SEVERAL pieces of naan and I had onion rings at lunch, but I'm still feeling okay about life.
I did it all knowing exactly why I was doing it. I'm having an exuberant, abundant sort of day.
ABUNDANT DAY ESSPLAINING.... NOW.
I am poor. Not in the absolutest sense, because I have a nice place to live, and a nice car, and a smartphone, and enough food on my plate. I am poor in the sense that I have $30 in my checking account the day before payday. I coast into payday on fumes. I also have animals who have fantastically strange and expensive ailments, and this has put me in debt to my mother, who (bless her) has been financing my vet trips for the last 6 months.
My computer, while trusty, is nearing the end of it's useful life. I bought it in 2005, and I've already replaced the hard drive once. It can't be updated anymore, because nobody is running my OS, and I can't update my OS because my processor is antiquated. It sputters. It coughs. It's old, and it might be time to retire before it croaks and makes the decision for me. Not that I can afford a new computer. Poor, remember?
Cash-poor, but I have a mother with a powerful packrat gene. She convinced me to buy bonds on my 16th birthday, and upon graduating from college. I had money back then. Little rainy-day funds.
She turned to me the other day and said "I think it's raining."
By Jove, I think she's right. So I cashed one. AND I got paid today. So that's sort of exciting. I'm going to pay my rent and a few bills, and make my final car payment, and my Roth IRA contribution, and repay my vet bill debt, and then....
Then I have spending cash. Intoxicating, intoxicating abundance.
I'm going to take the dog to the eye specialist for a checkup (she's got an eye thing).
I'm going to have her teeth cleaned (she has a stank-breath thing).
I'm going to buy a new computer, and not have to wonder what that burning smell is every time I try to watch a video.
I'm going to buy a few Giftmas presents (oh, how I like mailing presents).
Well, I'll probably squirrel the rest of it away again, for a future rainy day.
But first, I'm going to eat $26 worth of Indian food and not feel an iota of guilt.
Such abundance. So exuberant about it. And I have tikka masala on my hoodie. Don't care. Don't care.