Twenty-four hours ago, I was saying good bye to my daughter at the airport. As you may recall, I wrote a letter to her for that occasion. (Quick P.S.: She thanked me for it — it was a lovely moment between us.)
This morning, she called from England, and everything is fine. She was tired but getting herself organized, so all is well there.
But at home … not so much. Let’s just say that I’m pretty sure I’m about to face a serious financial crisis, and I need to do something about it. I need to find an escape route — and fast.
All my daydreaming about what I really want to do with my life? It will need to take a back seat to bringing in more money until the crisis is over. I’m fortunate to have a full-time job, and I’m even more fortunate that my salary is going up slightly next month. So that will help, but only a little.
That will still leave a $ gap that’s, well, pretty sizable. I hope — hope — this crisis can be averted, but I’d rather be prepared for it and know my options than be caught off guard. Nothing like a crisis to get one to spring into action, right? Time to find an effective escape route and get to safety …