I hate the end of any month. I really do. It means I have to spend several hours going over the budget for the next month and trying to figure out how to make ends meet.
But it means seeing how we got through this month when we weren’t sure four weeks ago how we’d do it.
It means planning another month of meals and snacks and extras that usually include more than one dollar sign.
But it means fine tuning the Meal Memo in a Jar plan we started in March, which is saving us time and money, and giving us quality family time around the dinner table.
It means stepping into the unknown which I’m not always good at because I like my stability.
But it means having a blank page to start with, which I find refreshing.
It means a new writing commitment, sometimes more than one.
But it means striving toward that ultimate goal.
It means the unexpected, the uncertain.
It means adventure.
And arms open wide to embrace whatever comes my way.
… I think!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!