Earlier this week I wrote about how the upcoming week was going to be a difficult one and then it didn’t materialize. Everything got moved to next week. I am hoping that the people that I have in my corner are really in my corner and help to make everything as smooth and painless as possible, because I have no idea what I am doing.
The big secret to life is no one knows what they are doing. Some people are better at hiding it than others. I have never been good at that trick. So good that even when I know what I am doing people don’t believe me.
With how this year is fixing to close out I am wondering if I am making the right decision. I am chasing this income gain and the lowering of my expenses. If you put it all together in a month or two I will have found $5,000 a month or more on the family ledger. That is a tremendous boost and goes a long way to getting us to good.
However, if I am wrong or certain events proceed before I am prepared then all of this could end up hurting more than helping. I am hopeful. Hopeful that we can make it through December and get to the good. I am also realistic and don’t know how long afterwards we keep going.
The sad reality of life is at some point the human body loses the capability to heal itself. I have been given the duty to see to the financial health of the family, but if my mother has reached a point where she simply can’t get better then what we had would have been more useful than any future gain.
It is the luck of being almost there and having the rug pulled out that I am used to. Being prepared for short term and long term stressors is not easy and I fear it could be near impossible. It also doesn’t help that banks move with the speed of molasses in the artic.
It feels like every Friday I have gotten an update on my loan but only on Fridays, and definitely never in consecutive days. Especially business days.
We are almost where we need to be. I would like it if we could get there and stay awhile instead of having everything crash down around us just as we’re about to arrive.
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