The worry of (no) money

Last updated: 27/05/2016 16:05 by DaisyWilson to DaisyWilson's Blog
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Sadly, I wasn’t the lucky 5.5 million euro jackpot winner last Saturday.
 
When I heard there had been a winner I knew it wasn’t me because I never remember to buy a ticket...
 
Probably for the best really, I’m not sure that much money can be good for a person, unless you immediately gave the majority of it away.
 
I wouldn’t mind ten grand though; ten grand would be lovely.
 
My family is not particularly well off: we get by through watching, budgeting and careful, careful spending. Mostly this works out fine - enough for everything we need and, occasionally, something extra.
 
This month was different though.
 
This month all bills arrived by some kind of evil universal alignment at precisely the same time.
 
Unforeseen expenses occurred: coughs and colds that extended beyond the three week window necessitated doctor’s visits and prescriptions, cars needed new tyres and tax and school book rental schemes required an injection of dough.
 
All annoying, yes, but that’s what that small cushion of savings was for.
 
But then the kicker - some of my partner’s anticipated work fell through. Cue the worrying.
 
Worrying about money and how to pay for things is horrible, and futile. And even though you know that it is futile - worrying doesn’t pay anything - you can’t help it.
 
All day long at work my brain gnawed and pawed and scrabbled over money and bills. The mounting pile of imminent debt circled around and around and around in my mind until my head hurt, pounded with the thought of it all.
 
But after work the sun was shining so we took our dinner outside to eat in the warm golden light, and it felt like a holiday.
 
It didn’t solve our money problems, but it put them back into perspective; a frustrating but manageable issue that we’d figure out, just like we always do.
 
Still, I might buy a lotto ticket next time though, ten grand would be great; ten grand would be lovely…
 
Daisy Wilson is a freelance writer who lives and works in West Cork. Mum to an almost-teenager and a toddler who is striding through the terrible twos with a glint in her eye, life is noisy, fun and covered in fingerprint marks.
 
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