Fact: I am not one to stress. I always take a breather and figure things out.
Fact: I have been stressing more and more lately.
All my life, money has been pretty tight. It's unfortunate sometimes, but at least I know a little bit about how to be good with money. Ever since I've gotten my job, I've paid for the things I've needed and wanted to make things a little easier for my mom. A cell phone and service, my coffee habit, and the obscene amount of hair mousse I need to tame the beast that would otherwise be an Afro atop my head. From toothpaste to school supplies, I cover most of my own needs. On waitress's pay, what's left over after needs isn't a whole lot.
Another fact? I have been worrying myself sick over budgeting the things I'll need this spring. Cap and gown. Senior yearbook. Portraits. Invitations. A graduation party. College books. A laptop. And then there are the things I need from day to day. The thing that tops my list right now (that Blackberry Q10 and a contract plan). After all of this, there's no money or time of day for any of the other things I want (like vocal lessons, or new shoes, or better headphones). I generally budget, but it's getting extreme and I have to make some crucial decisions now before I come up short when college rolls around.
Another peak in my stress today was my Anatomy homework. I'm sure the questions asked on our lab assignment were basic follow-up questions after a lab, but I couldn't answer them. I even had a hard time with the vocabulary. I thought "If I am having this hard of a time with high school Anatomy, how am I supposed to handle college courses?" What if I end up wasting my money on classes I can't pass? Truthfully, the science assignments stressed me out so much that I bought a cone of Buttered Pecan Blue Bell and closed every book I had. I just sat.
If I learned one thing today, it's that ice cream relieves stress. If I learned another thing, it's that I should listen to that little voice in my head. The little voice that is telling me not to worry. I kind of believe it.
Are these big girl problems?
Cayla xx
P.S. I couldn't post last night because Blogger wouldn't open. I wasn't neglecting anything, guys. Promise.
