January is the worst and it simply can’t be helped. Ordinarily I would be moping under my covers until the calendar flips, especially in this January–this one in particular has been hard, financially and emotionally. But this is how I know that money is not the most important thing and that Somebody is looking out for me:
- I had zero dollars on payday after I paid all the things I had to or else, with two dead-broke weeks ahead of me and no food in my house. My wonderful mother tried to help but the bank took all that money in overdraft fees. Yikes.
- I then was offered extra shifts at work, and three days in a row somebody delivered a ton of food for everyone in the front office.
- I don’t normally make tips but I was randomly given enough to replace my expired bus pass.
- My beautiful friend gave me comp tickets to her show so I still got to go out and have fun this weekend.
- Most people I hang out with are in the same boat I am, but my roommate and my (sexy, smart, funny, intuitive) boyfriend and I have been able to keep ourselves laughing and (mostly) busy on a budget of practically nothing which is hard when you can’t even go outside because it’s 9 degrees.
- When I most needed a laugh, that boyfriend of mine showed up at my door & surprised me with “The Hangover.” It even had a bow on it. Romance.
Almost all of these things happened without anyone knowing of my situation. I was not a charity case. It’s just a tidal wave of little gestures that have astonished me–when I had to ask myself the quite literal question of “How on earth am I going to make it two weeks til my next paycheck?”–and reminded choleric, skeptical, pessimistic me, firmly yet gently, that I will be taken care of. It has been completely unexpected and totally humbling, and the only thing I can do now is to pay it forward and hope I don’t miss an opportunity. But…isn’t that cool?