“Every dollar has a job“
Some weeks I’m not budgeting, I’m bending reality like I’m Aang. Making $37.12 do the work of $300.
Juggling bills, buying time, and telling myself: “we’re gonna be okay.”
And the wild part?
We are.
Not because the money magically multiplied. But because I stretched it. And I didn’t let the pressure fold me. Deciding that I’m still in control even when I’m cutting it close.
Saying, “I might not have much, but I have a plan.”
And that plan includes me.
- My future.
- My goals.
- My habits.
It includes believing that even if this week is tight, my vision is still expansive. And that’s what this is all about right? Not getting the money to live, but living life regardless of it? Sometimes, more often than not, I forget that it doesn’t come with you. So why worry over something that won’t miss you, ya know?
So yeah. I stretched it.
And I’m alright with that.
Because some weeks, peace costs nothing but a better perspective.
K bye
Robyn
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