Last night, I dreamt I had $64.37 left in my bank account. This morning, with the dream still fresh in my mind, I got out of bed and immediately checked my bank account.
It wasn’t true. But the thought of having less than $100 left to my name scared me.
I started freelancing recently, and I haven’t landed a client yet, much to my chagrin. I knew it was going to be difficult at the beginning, yet it’s tougher than expected.
Ans it seems those fears intertwine with my worries of not having enough funds. I reduced my spending by over 80% to prolong the remaining money I have. It’s hard not to be conscious about it with every purchase I make. But fortunately, I have a loving family in two countries that continue taking care of me, despite my lack of stable income. In that regard, I’m very fortunate.
Still, the pain of not earning myself feels pressuring. I like what I’m doing now, and I realized this is the path I want to take. But it’s not easy.
Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I look around and see signs that I’m on the right path, however bumpy. To choose meaning over happiness is a risky bet without a loss.
Here’s my inspiration for the day.