Some days, it’s hard to gain any ground. You feel on top of the world because you’ve finally accepted that you are doing some good in this world. You’re making progress. You’re following your dream, and gosh darn it, you’re succeeding. Then that bank-account-crushing bill comes in, and life doesn’t seem so sunny anymore.

I’m having one of those mornings. I haven’t opened the bill yet, but I know how much it’s going to be. It just sucks to know that financial stability is always just a hair’s width reach away, and then you find yourself pummeled into submission by reality.

The good news is that the clinic I visited that sent me this bill has a three month payment plan, no interest. After three months, 8% interest starts to compound. Three months is enough time for me to pay it off, but it just irritates me, knowing that I was really close to paying my own bills this month. Harsh.

There’s still a possibility that I’ll earn enough from Fiverr to take care of my health insurance and phone, but the trouble with freelancing is that you never know when orders could suddenly dry up. I do have a couple other methods of earning some extra cash, but those methods are by no means going to pay the bills.

It’s time for me to hunker down and trust God. My prayers have been answered many times before, though He never did give me that million dollars for Christmas (ha ha… ha). He has, however, blessed me immensely with a supportive family and a way to earn a living that won’t drive me absolutely insane. Freelance writing is stressful, but I don’t think there’s a single job on Earth that isn’t stressful from time to time.

Unless your job is to play with kittens.