I dream about the day when I will be on top of my finances. One day I hope that pay day will not be the centre of my universe. I hope the words 'over-draft' and 'debts' and 'I'm broke' will be a dim and distant memory. At the moment it seems a far away fantasy, but I’m working on it.
Of course I do realise that this world is hardly debt free. I know many people live in their over-draft or have a mortgage or a loan or a credit card. But it would be nice to feel I am not constantly battling with my wages, to own my own property and to have something to show for my hard earned cash.
And I am aware that to some people my life would seem a dream come true. I watched ‘Sports Relief’ last Friday night, and what a roller coaster of emotions it took me on. I laughed at the comedians, I envied the dancers, I praised / mocked the decisions on 'The Apprentice' and I blinked away tears when I saw the poverty and sadness inflicted on too many peoples lives.
What is Sports Relief, you may be asking. Well, it harnesses the power and passion of sport to change lives for the better. At present it has raised £20,747,375 and this money will be spent to help vulnerable people living incredibly tough lives, both in the UK and across the world’s poorest countries. Here’s the link if anyone would like to know more / denote money: http://www.sportrelief.com/
Whilst watching Sports Relief at the weekend, I actually found myself feeling guilty, but lucky, that I was sitting in a warm, comfortable house. Lucky to have fish and chips sitting on the kitchen table, and parents to moan at me when I deposit peas into the mustard jar (I'm always getting into trouble for doing this).
I even found myself reaching for the telephone to make a donation, and then I remembered I don't actually have any money in my bank account. Not until pay day (2 days to go), but at least I do have a pay day to look forward to. So I’ve promised myself I will make that call when funds are in my account.
I can also pop along to the Cobblers and get my boots fixed. I am praying that it won’t rain for the next two days. But then again, if it does, what’s a wet foot compared to a child who has been abused and emotionally scarred for life, or a famiy who do not have a roof over their head? Sometimes you just have to put things into perspective.
The red rose.