“Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”
~Corrie Ten Boom
I should really take Corrie’s advice to heart. She had a lot more to worry about than I do.
Corrie and her family helped hide Jews from Nazis during the Holocaust. I remember watching the biographical movie based on Corrie’s book (“The Hiding Place”) in eighth grade. It mesmerized me. Corrie and her family trudged onward with their mission to help the Jews, despite the risks involved.
At least my life isn’t on the line.
It’s money, okay? I never stop worrying about it, or, rather, the lack of it. I’m up right now – just after 2 a.m. – because I am sick with worry. Writing is therapeutic for me.
College and its financial burden rests on my shoulders. ‘Nough said, right?
It’ll all come together in the end – it always does, somehow – but all I can do now is fret.
Like I said before, at least my life isn’t on the line. And, it could be worse. I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back. Hell…I’m typing on a really really nice computer, for God’s sake (maybe I should sell it…?). Last year I used my birthday and Christmas money to help pay for my education. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas to me. This year will be a repeat.
Since I rarely spoil myself, I guess it’s good I have a boyfriend who does it for me.
Gosh, I sound like a whiny bitch. I’m sorry. I’m lucky I even have this opportunity to seek a higher education. Not everyone does.