This past Friday night, I saw something very disheartening. A older lady who was clearly homeless decided to walk inside a bar that I was at with Mr. M and a few friends a we had quick happy-hour drink. She looked like she hadn't had a bath in weeks and clutched a bag of belonging. As the owner escort her out I could not help but feel a sense of guilt. A few months ago I was close to being in her position. Yes, I have nice clothes, a great job and drive a nice car but what if that all changes?
For the last few nights I keep having these reoccurring nightmares of being a bag lady. I'm dirty, cold and all I have around me is bags but no food. This fear of being poor is growing and I can not shake it. I know that by tackling is debt that it gets me close to financial freedom but what if something happens along the way?