Me Tarzan. You Burn It All Down [prt 6]

The theme for this series is: Paint it Black; because ther ecomes a time when we must burn it all down. Even the excuses

“When I get the money, I’ll get it done.”

This one isn’t mine, it’s a groovy co-worker’s. Now I understand the logic here but the day she made that statement, I just blew up. It was just as daft as my “things to be perfect” plan. No one says to put yourself in more debt than needs be, but in the same way we take loans for Carnival and/or Christmas [because last year’s curtains are too… last year], take one and start living/doing what needs to be done. I have an apartment that I bought fully when I was twenty-eight [twenty-six if you could the payments before]; I’m updating [adding value] to the apartment even now. It’s not that I won the lotto, it’s because things need to be done. Have we learned nothing from House Hunters International?* Don’t sit and wait for money to happen before you happen.

Next: “Well, I’m dying anyways so…”

* I've noticed couples in H.H. International don't wait till they have every thing figured out/have all the monies organised; they want to leave New York and open a Cheese Factory in France? They do it! Why shouldn't you?

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