It doesn't look like just one video a day is actually going to work for me. :)
Because I was showering, and realizing I needed more of a map of how my money could flow to make it more ease on me.
And as I drew it, it became more clear about where I could get more clear.
Please! If you know anything else about this, YOU draw me a map!
And Day 2.5 and counting.... onwards!! :)
I recently had dinner with a friend and her husband who never let their checking account get below something like $50 million dollars.
I was like, what?!
And then I went to all the reasons and justifications for THEM being able to do that and NOT me.
That's when I realized I had another choice.
I started really looking at my financial reality and in the last several weeks, really actively started asking what it would take to change it.
My current financial reality is: it's ok with me if my bank account gets to $0.
Because.... I know I can create more.
It's ok with me to rack up my credit cards.
Because..... I know I can outcreate that.
I'd never looked at how much I'd hemmed myself in with all my reasons and unwillingness to look at them.
What if $10K in my acounnt was the baseline instead of $0?
What if, having a system for receipts, and a bookkeeper and an accountant that know how to work with "people like me", adds more to my life?
I wonder. :)
When I was 14, I tried out for the swim team at my high school.
I'd been swimming since I could walk, but those try outs were nerve wracking.
And I was not a popular kid. I tried hard to be a wallflower, because to be anything else meant sticking out and getting made fun of.
So, when I made the team, I was shocked. And incredibly excited.
I remember loving the work of our swim practices. I was a good swimmer, and they were hard. And I was tired after. And they made me stretch and grow.
But I liked to forget that we were practicing towards the goal of competing.
And when I got "cast" in my first meet, I wasn't just a one-man show. I was part of a 4 person relay.
I had four other people and a whole team behind me, counting on me to not screw up.
I truly don't remember exactly how I felt in that moment, and on that day. I remember a great deal of stress.
We'd been practicing a ton.
Diving off the block.
Touching the timpad at the end of every lap to make sure our times were...