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Making Something Out of Nothing
Not one thing will change, except for your word choice, and that will change everything.
At a very young age, I was aware of what we didn’t have. My parents didn’t necessarily preach that we were poor, but they frequently used phrases like, “We don’t have enough,” insert noun. Typically, it was money. As an adult, I’ve trained myself to think that there is always more money, and I’m right. There is always more money. I’m months into working as a freelance writer, and I find myself occasionally forgetting what I’ve taught and proven to myself about money. At this moment, I’m making about 5% of what I used to make monthly. It would be easy for me to go into a tizzy about it. How will I feed myself? Pay my bills? Get another visa to stay in France? I’ll have to go back to America, work for the man, and this life that I love will be a distant memory. I’ll have to marry a Republican man with no teeth and no sleeves on his shirt. Trust me, I know how easy it is to go down this road of panic. I avoid it like the plague. The other morning, I woke up and almost fell into it. My depleted oatmeal supply was the trigger. The oatmeal was gone, and with it, my hopes and dreams.