Today my mood when from high to low just like that due to the pain in the ass that is money. Money is a weird thing. It’s one of those things that is considered inappropriate to discuss yet is the very thing that controls your life.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not entirely superficial and think that money is the key to happiness, but it is the key to paying your bills. And keeping food in your belly and a roof over your head and doctors visits paid for to keep what ultimately matters, the people you love, alive. And as much as I wish I had extra laying around for superficial material items, I’ve been working really hard the last year or so to remember it’s only important to have enough to handle the important things because really that is what matters at the end of the day. Not to say you should scrape by, but you know what I mean, right?Money doesn’t mean everything and all that jazz. But that doesn’t mean it is any less stressful and frustrating when you get slapped with a big fat bill for something.
Long story short, we are in major cahoots with our former landlord over money owed this way and that way and it’s just a mess I’d like to not have to deal with it but alas, it’s not going away. And I’m too responsible a person to just ignore them, close my eyes and hope it disappears. Because it won’t. And I’m glad I am this kind of person because it is the very reason I was able to buy a house and get out of there to begin with. I take really good care of my credit. But sometimes (but not really), I wish I was one of those dopes who just doesn’t give two craps about their financial stability/history and is comfortable abusing the system on a daily basis. Those people are living the dream! Sort of.
Sorry for the vague rant. I’m just incredibly annoyed with so many things that start out with money in so many directions that extend even further than just myself.
So, ultimately, this was just a note to say I really hate money right now.
I’ve been sort of out of touch with my personal life these past few weeks and forgot to detail what a delight these women in my life are. There are good ones these gals I got.
I grew up around a lot of really great female family members and alot of what some would call flakey girlfriends. I drifted in and out of best friends and never really found “my people”. I found peace in my family though and as I got older really understood the importance of good friends in your life. Friends that double as family. The kind of friendship that takes years and years to develop. Each time I’d make new friends, I wanted those results immediately, which, duh. doesn’t happen.
I think when it comes down to it, women often just let me down. It’s probably mostly my own fault. I develop high expectations that are above and beyond reasonable but I blame this on crumby friends as a kid. So I let it happen to me. I let people not get close to me and I let them call the shots and it usually ends up fizzling out. But my weekend in Charleston was a good reminder for me that there ARE other me people and that they are already mine. And it’s okay to wasting effort sometimes. Save the effort for the good ones when the good ones come along. And then you hold them as close as possible and like, share makeup tips. Friends vs everyone else. right?
Right. But this is a post about Charleston. A few weekends ago I got to spend time visiting with seven of lovely friends. No filters, no dRaMa, just a good solid 20 hours or so of laughing, eating, drinking and being merry. That’s the stuff you hold on to. Those days.
In any case, we went for a night on the town and drank 8 bottles of champagne beforehand and you know what? Don’t do that. Drink 3 glasses and eat something, then go out.
We heckled our cab driver all the way to town and then wandered to a restaurant for something to eat. Of course I said “pish posh I’m not hungry!” and then promptly nibbled on all of Jenny’s fries.
We also spent a lot of time making good use of the lighting as you can see. We selfied while we tindered and met lots of really charming guys.
I mean that last one though? Aren’t we beautiful?
It just seems as though it rains a whole lot more in SC this past year. As soon as the weather warms, the rain becomes constant and the sun is just like “seee yaaaaa!”
Guess I better find an outfit that looks good with rain boots to wear tonight!
The bra is key.