poor

Over the past few months I have entered a totally destitute state with my finances. My meager savings is dwindling. Student loans are begging to be repaid. I am impoverished to be sure. There have only been a few moments during these months where I have felt truly anxious about what will happen to me in the immediate future due to my torrential lack of funding. Aside from these few moments, I have had little reason to worry.

I was pondering over this phenomenon this afternoon as I enjoyed a few hours with my mum in Detroit. I'm broke, totally broke. I'm celebrating joyously over two part-time jobs making peanuts that will keep me good and occupied through the holiday season. Money will still be tight. I'm pretty sure there are people living on the streets better off financially than me.

The thing is, I don't have to live on the streets. I don't have to worry. Yes, there are bills that I need to take care of, and they will be tended to. But I have an incredible support system of friends and family who will never let me end up in a state of total destitution. Ever.

I am so grateful for the friends and family in my life who are taking care of me. Dinners, a few dollars, a roof over my head, smiles, hugs, letters, books, Coke, conversation. I have been able to find all of these things in abundance. My needs have been met through the willing hands and hearts of others. I might be poor, but I have absolutely everything.