Now my fears. I won’t be able to afford any of this. I’ll be stuck in a drug infested neighborhood where I will be robbed or killed by a stray bullet. It’s loud with all the parties. Everyone is married and no one likes me. Oh and the only men out there want 30 year olds or sex....with me and 5 other women they have on rotation. I get an STD and die from cervical cancer. The end.
Lolol - you should write horror novels!
Don’t let your (mostly) irrational fears rob you of joy in the present. I love your positive image of the future. Make yourself a vision board of that. Btw, if you happen to live near Portland OR my sister teaches a free beginning quilting class.
