Slaving-away Saturday

Ok, maybe that title contains a bit of hyperbole.

But only a bit. It’s beautiful out today, and where have I been?

Inside. Writing. Typing my poor lil’ ol’ southern fingers to the bone.

Well, except for this particular moment while I’m blogging…I reached a dead spot in an article and I’m procrastinating on fixing it.

Thankfully, I’ve been working beside an open window, so I can at least enjoy some of the delicious fresh air. But if I don’t work, I don’t get paid, and y’all — Mama needs to get paid next week.

Because back when I thought we were actually getting a tax return (before the ghost of Ebenezer Scrooge showed up out of nowhere and sucked it all down into the black abyss) I ordered Girl Scout cookies from not one, but two, precious little angels AND I told a friend of my sister’s that I’d take this really great chair off her hands for a fairly reasonable sum.

Yep, I made the stupid mistake of counting my chickens before they hatched. Again.

And that’s in addition to all the little yappy bills snapping around my ankles like a herd of jacked-up Chihuahuas: “Pay me! Grrrr! No, pay ME!”

You know, I don’t have any real desire to be uber-rich. I’d just like to live comfortably enough that something like buying Girl Scout cookies and a flippin’ chair doesn’t send me in to Worryville, hoping I can scrape together enough reserve to take care of those obligations.

I dream of a day that I can choose what I want to write, and when, and for whom, and not have to spend a gorgeous Saturday on boring “pay the bills” writing. But of course, I feel horribly guilty for complaining because heaven knows there are many people struggling much more than I, and it truly is a blessing to be able to work from home doing something I find easy and most of the time, enjoyable.

Ah, that I — that all of us — could learn to be content.

“I don’t have a sense of needing anything personally. I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.” -Phil. 4:12, The Message