The fear
It’s Monday. You got paid last week and spent it all on bills so your bank account is down to $15, and you don’t get paid again until Friday. You don’t have enough money to get gas in your car to go to work much less eat lunch, and new bills are starting to come in just as fast as you paid the last ones. You’re afraid you’ll stall out on the way to work, get injured, or miss the rent, then you’re FUCKED.
I lived with this fear for a long time, until I got my financial shit together (which wasn’t really all that long ago). Even today that fear lives on and gives me motivation to work, no matter how boring the project or task I’m doing. When your choice is mentally frying work or living on the street the choice is obvious.
It’s also because of this fear that I give my brother money when he needs it. I know he’s too young to have his shit together, and I know he’ll probably never pay me back, but I have to give him credit for going out on his own at 19 and not continuing to live off my parents. The fear is on his mind almost every day, so I feel like I have to cut him a break when I can. And he’s family, so I’m doing what family does.
1 year ago