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?
It's like I'm Eeyore all of the sudden and this new wave of panic, I can tell, is traceable back to Friday night. Does anyone else deal with baglady syndrome?
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