A Day Off

It is my day off. I did nothing all day. I helped my mother get her finances organized, but she does not seem to want to take it seriously. She knows she does not have any money, and yet she still wants to go out and spend. Sure she is spending on little things, but it is the little things here and there that add up to big things. The "little things" everyone spends their money on seem to break everyone's bank. I am trying to help her with that. She just does not get it.

As for my personal finances, everything is in order. My accounts are in the green, my bills are paid, and AAPL is doing well. However, my personal life is not as polished. I am still in ruins. Sure it is my day off from work, but what have I done? Nothing. I have plenty of homework to go around. And did I do it? No, I did not. There is nothing holding me up but myself. When I begin to think about working, I cringe. It is not the normal "have-to-start-working" cringe. It is more of an overwhelming feeling. What is so overwhelming about homework? I am not sure. But I feel as if I am suffocating. I feel as if I am having a claustrophobic attack. I don't know what it is. All I have to do is think about it and I begin to breathe irregularly. I can not quit though. I will not quit. Quitting shows weakness. I am not weak.