In my younger days, before I lost my terror of money, one of the games I played with myself was what I call “emotional bookkeeping.”
Somehow I thought I had a sixth sense that told me how much money I had in the bank. “I think there’s about $225. I haven’t written that many checks. I don’t think I have…I probably haven’t. I’m fairly certain there’s at least $175. Pretty sure…”
At all costs I would avoid balancing my checkbook. I was strangled by fear.
On paydays, however, the truth would come crashing in since I knew i had to pay bills. On those foolish months when I postponed paying the bills Read the rest of this entry »
