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Wednesday, 6 August 2014

On The Infuriating Necessity Of Money

Oh, money, you irritating thing. I've not even started to live on my own yet and already you're finding a way to creep into my life and stress me out unnecessarily. This is the first year I've actually taken the initiative to get a few jobs to earn some of my own money (I waitressed at the Epsom Derby, now I'm working at a playscheme for special needs children for this week) and yet, having more of it than usual seems to make no difference to the annoyance of not having enough!

I know, in perspective, this is no real problem at all. I'm incredibly lucky. My family have never been rich, but we've never been poor either, and that's a lot to be thankful for; we have what we need for sure. However, recently, since I've been earning a bit of my own money, I've wanted to use that more than relying on my parents for it and yet so many things are coming up that half of me is incredibly excited for and the other half knows that I don't really have enough money for on my own.

I guess we're limited by money in doing what we truly want to do. I'm not saying for one minute that I believe money can buy happiness or that it's the most important thing in the world. Because for me, it's definitely not that at all. But when so many of my favourites' 18ths are coming up, I'd really like to be able to spend a little bit more than I normally would, and knowing that my driving test is in two weeks and I've run out of the money my parents had saved for lessons so I need to use my own to pay for them, just makes money a bit of a stressful thing. My sister told me about her friend who's selling her old car which I could probably afford on Sunday evening and I was so excited at the thought that me having a car might actually be a reality and then we looked up what the insurance would be and it's ridiculous.

Little things like this have just been on my mind a bit recently, and filling my brain with negativity, which is RUBBISH. I was feeling a bit down about it at Harry's last weekend and he made me realise how silly it really is to let money affect myself in such a way. Mum also reminded me that things like this will only get me down if I let them and both have really helped me to think more positively and not let such a thing get me down! Goodness knows how I'll cope when I have my own place and a stupid amount of bills to pay - I'm just going to pretend that that's never going to happen...

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