Silver Lining

💲 My current state of broke-ness has inspired a new era of grown-up-ness:

I cook!

🌽 I actively cook. It’s amazing. We’re talkin’ from-scratch-raw-chicken-and-frozen-vegetables-becoming-food. I COOK. And as a result, I now eat green vegetables with lunch and dinner almost every day, and no fried foods. Who’da thunk it: the key to eating right for diabetes was literally losing all my junk food money.

📊📈Furthermore, I have tightened up my budget. Correction: I now USE a budget. I’ve always been one of those kids who learned by doing and got it “in her own time”. It’s like everything I’ve been told about nutrition and personal finance has just clicked in.

💧⚡So, I suppose whenever this dark cloud of financial mess blows over I’ll just be set. 😎

Grown-up thing of the day

Today, I took my car to Discount Tire BY APPOINTMENT to have my tires inspected, rotated, and balanced. I even had one replaced, and made plans to return on Friday (after payday) to buy a new spare.

All of that TOTALLY makes up for my having spent the entire morning in pursuit of a satisfactory denouement for an awesome daydream which began as soon as I awoke. Actually, if it weren’t for that appointment (and work this afternoon), I might still be in bed.

HOO-RAY for grown-up things! They really do validate the rest of my pre-teen existence.

 

Personal Growth

I’m at the point in my cycle of moods (aka wheel of death) where my attitude is constantly awful  because the wind blew wrong. Yep, ladies and gentlemen, that scowl on my face – I’ve been mean-mugging the wind all day. However, I’m at the point in my therapy experience where tracking my moods helps me anticipate the swings. This provides me the peaceful perspective that outside stimuli which trigger my highs and lows are not the actual causes.

It also ROBS me the opportunity to assign glory and blame to those people and situations who would be temporary gods and scapegoats in my day. YAY personal growth.

Actually, I blow RASPBERRIES at your personal growth. I’ll embrace it in two weeks when I’m manic again.