A Fever Dream
~Writing this felt like drifting through a fever dream~
I found my budget notes from the Thailand trip today, reminding me how, somehow, I managed to go beyond my planned expenses. Funny how years ago, a tiny budget slip felt like a failure.
Growing up, I was mindful of how much I spent, on what, and where. Even after all my spending, I still had a hidden reserve. I saved up each time, watching it add up, enough to afford things I treasured. My own little luxuries bought with quiet pride. There was always enough left over, a buffer, so I wouldn't have to ask my dad.
Today, I skimmed through these pictures, smiling to myself, knowing that l've come a long way. Somehow, I've grown to a place where a little over-budget moment doesn't carry guilt but rather, freedom. I'm here with a sense of ease, care-free, rewarding the over cautious child I used to be.
I found my budget notes from the Thailand trip today, reminding me how, somehow, I managed to go beyond my planned expenses. Funny how years ago, a tiny budget slip felt like a failure.
Growing up, I was mindful of how much I spent, on what, and where. Even after all my spending, I still had a hidden reserve. I saved up each time, watching it add up, enough to afford things I treasured. My own little luxuries bought with quiet pride. There was always enough left over, a buffer, so I wouldn't have to ask my dad.
Today, I skimmed through these pictures, smiling to myself, knowing that l've come a long way. Somehow, I've grown to a place where a little over-budget moment doesn't carry guilt but rather, freedom. I'm here with a sense of ease, care-free, rewarding the over cautious child I used to be.
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