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Numbers Are Scary!

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Sorry I haven’t been here for awhile. My mission to keep my mouth shut in order to work on my intake rather than output has been rather successful. Lately, I feel like a more pure, confident, powerful, and self-assured version of me.  Of course, it could also have something to do with finally finding my footing at my new job and getting a little acknowledgement for  all the effort I’ve put in to speed up the “learning the ropes” process and get to a point where I can start pulling my weight and actually be a productive member of my work team, but we’ll just pretend it’s all because of my vow of semi-silence, just for the sake of argument.

Self-improvement of the day: for the past few months I have been in dire-straits, financially speaking. I don’t have any debt or anything like that, but I also have about 50 cents to my name by the end of every month. As I’ve mentioned before I’m in the military and we have a resident financial specialist whose sole purpose in life is to advise people on financial-type things like debt, budgeting, and investing. I was “highly advised” to go and talk to this financial type person by one of my higher-ups who knows a little about my situation. So I did and she said she was impressed by how much I was doing to keep my financial problem from getting out of control and only had a few small suggestions of how I could do a bit better.

She did, however, request that I fill out a monthly budget table to help her get a better idea of where my money goes every month so that she could give me some advise that’s more specific to my unique situation. Now, normally I would just give the table to my boy and ask him to fill it out because he’s the number guy. He LOVE numbers and can do crazy math problems in his head without blinking. I on the other hand ABHOR numbers and can’t even remember my own address most of the time.

So, it makes sense to let him take care of all our finances and just keep him informed of what I spend money on and ask him once in awhile how our finances are doing and how much money we have available, right? Well, quite possibly, except that this financial adviser type lady requested that I get more involved in my finances because there was recently a problem with a fellow military member at my work place that got into a large amount of drastic debt and tried to excuse it away by saying that his wife was in charge of the finances and he hadn’t had any idea what she was doing with their money.  Therefore, this financial advisor requested I get involved and stay involved with my finances because at the end of the day, I’m the military member and I’m the one that has to suffer the military side of the consequences if something goes wrong.

So, that’s what I’m doing. I’m not just passing this duty off to my boy and having him give me a reader’s digest version when it’s all over. I’m actually taking part and making an effort to understand what’s going on and I plan to continue this involvement and understanding for the rest of my life.

This is more of an undertaking than it may sound because I really do hate numbers on a truly epic level. Just the word “division” makes me feel like I’m developing  a aneurysm in my brain.


Numbers are scary.

Wish me luck. I’ll need it.

LittleSpastic Out


Author: Meggo The Flying Eggo

Once upon a time I knew exactly who I was. Once upon a time I knew what I was doing and where I was going. Once upon a time I knew what I wanted and what I didn't like. Once upon a time I had it all figured out... Then I was born.

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