I have spent a lot of money this month. I have earned just as much. I was delighted when I realized the payment received for doing the bookkeeping job that has felt oh-so-hard-to-do covered most of my extravagances.
I can't wait to sit down and let the hours disappear when I play around with different financial scenarios. Could I afford to work three days a week? How much does small town living really cost? How much should I be saving?
The more my head is intrigued by numbers, the less interesting the words that fall off my fingertips become. I am in spreadsheet mentality this morning. The words aren't coming.
Numbers and playing around with different ideas of where I really want to invest time, effort and money. Do I invest more into this two-story little house with a forest of pine trees surrounding the immense amount of yard and driveway I adore? Or do I consider the idea of searching for a more suitable bungalow with less outside maintenance?
The best part about playing around with numbers, mapping out different scenarios, creating a hopes and dreams list is it doesn't cost a penny. Until one makes a decision.
I love to dream. I may sit here in my little home surrounded by big pine trees (a handful of which have died and need to go), look out my windows as I look towards my tomorrows.
Investing in my non-existent grandchildren (see yesterday's post) isn't an option. So I'll have to come up with other ideas.
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