Today I decide to be wealthy.
I did stair laps today, to get my heart rate up. I did some laundry. I did dishes. I looked at the computer. I got a notice back for NeighborImpact that my documents have been sent to the state for verification. I wrote a newsletter article. I stayed inside the house, except when I went to put gas in the car. I got a bill from the doctor's office, for going in to have my heart listened to, my blood pressure taken, and to be sent to get my blood tested at another place, which still charged me money.
Money. I have no idea how to pay all of my bills. My husband has some work, but when will he be paid? I have work, and I will be paid next month, while my unemployment takes a hit. I don't want anymore taken out of the 401(k) account.
It's day 54. Six more days to go to the magical 60 that the book set out as a goal, that perhaps things would be different.
I'll probably continue this blog.
My depression seems to get worse each day. I am grateful for food to eat, for my bed that I sleep in, that I am still in my house, and have gas for my car. I am trying not to imagine the future, but to stay here in the present. My youngest daughter sent me a note through Facebook, telling me that she loves me and her father, my husband. I played the keyboard today. Tomorrow I have work for a few hours. I feel sorry for the people freezing in Afghanistan. I feel bad for the people of Cambodia, not having their day in court.
I had made a "to do" list, and I did accomplish a couple of items on it. Maybe tomorrow will be one of accomplishments.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
I did stair laps today, to get my heart rate up. I did some laundry. I did dishes. I looked at the computer. I got a notice back for NeighborImpact that my documents have been sent to the state for verification. I wrote a newsletter article. I stayed inside the house, except when I went to put gas in the car. I got a bill from the doctor's office, for going in to have my heart listened to, my blood pressure taken, and to be sent to get my blood tested at another place, which still charged me money.
Money. I have no idea how to pay all of my bills. My husband has some work, but when will he be paid? I have work, and I will be paid next month, while my unemployment takes a hit. I don't want anymore taken out of the 401(k) account.
It's day 54. Six more days to go to the magical 60 that the book set out as a goal, that perhaps things would be different.
I'll probably continue this blog.
My depression seems to get worse each day. I am grateful for food to eat, for my bed that I sleep in, that I am still in my house, and have gas for my car. I am trying not to imagine the future, but to stay here in the present. My youngest daughter sent me a note through Facebook, telling me that she loves me and her father, my husband. I played the keyboard today. Tomorrow I have work for a few hours. I feel sorry for the people freezing in Afghanistan. I feel bad for the people of Cambodia, not having their day in court.
I had made a "to do" list, and I did accomplish a couple of items on it. Maybe tomorrow will be one of accomplishments.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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