I remember when I was young I would check my horoscopes to see what kind of day I was going to have. I would sometimes check my mum’s too and maybe that of a boy I fancied at the time. Later on my mum’s friend used to read my tarot cards and I would give serious weight to what she would say as an indicator of my fortunes. Would Paul fall head over heels in love with me? Would I pass my exams? The clues were in the cards.
I n longer bother with these things to figure out how life is going to work out, I figured out somewhere along the way we all have our sunny days and our storms and there is little rhyme or reason. All we can do is face our storms head on with as much strength as we can muster and with a core belief we will get through intact. I read this somewhere the other day:
Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass,
It’s about learning how to dance in the rain
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I think this applies well to lots of situations. To loss, to sadness, to pain and even to being on a low income. Thinking that you won’t really be happy until you have money to spare can make an awful lot of days grim. As long as you embrace living frugally and learn to be resourceful, creative, on budget and thrifty you can still have a lot of fun no matter what the stars say.
Debt isn’t fun and needs a plan. It needs sorting and a clear determined approach. Once you have advice and a plan, live well though despite your low budget.
Small budgets still enable reading, laughing, singing, talking, playing, walking, sharing, exploring our world and dancing. Your nightclub may well be your kitchen and your partner a scrappy little kid in a too big dressing up outfit from the charity shop but these are blessed days. Probably the main reason you are poor is because you are choosing more time with your baby over extra time working. You will never regret that choice.
If feeling poor ever gets you down, crank up the radio, grab your little ones hand head out in the November garden and have a dance in the rain.
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