My mind wandered to what I should buy with my little chunk of change;
- a bouquet of flowers?
- take my family out to dinner?
- order pizza?
- treat my husband to a movie?
- put the money in savings?
- travel to...OK it wouldn't get me very far
- a new pair of shoes?
- a crown?
Huh? A crown? Well yeah, and it's not the kind that will sit atop my royal head. I went to the dentist yesterday and it seems the decision on how to spend my money wasn't so difficult after all. My broken tooth needs a crown. So it looks like my hard earned money will be gobbled up by...my tooth. Boo! It just feels so...wrong! Why is it that when I got a regular paycheck as a teacher, I didn't think this way, but now I feel that any money I make writing should be spent on something...beautiful, something celebratory, something romantic?
Maybe it's that now there's such a one-to-one correspondence with the money I make. I know exactly what I did to earn that money. I know how many hours I spent writing the article. I know the struggles with finding markets, and working with editors. Oh, I don't know. What I do know is that my little chunk of change just shrunk. It'll only pay for 1/4 of my crown. The good news is that at least I won't have to waste time dreaming of what I'll spend my next chunk on...it's already been decided for me. ~Karen