Alas!

Last night, I had an epiphany. Yes, another one.

I prayed, "God! I need a large injection of cash! All my woes would be solved with just one big wad of cash."

God, "What...like a bailout?

Oh.

Wasn't I the one who said that our government should not be bailing out Wall Street after they mismanaged the money and resources given to them in the first place?

Didn't I scream to the rafters that policies need to be reformed?

Oh. Yes, that was me.

So basically, I just asked God for a bailout after I've personally mismanaged my finances (and let's face it, my life).

*slapped in the face by my own hypocrisy*

I suppose I am going to have to take my own medicine and and do what I said the banking and mortgage industries should be doing – change my way of doing things (my policies and procedures) and become fiscally responsible. I'm not up to my eyeballs in debt or anything like that (or up to my knees for that matter), I just know that I should have more by now. More savings, more net worth, more resources, more equity... etc.

Ouch.

It's the longer, harder road (no jokes, please) but the one road that I need to be on to see economic recovery and never go through this crap again.

Amen.

In other news, my years of accumulated financial hiccups has resulted in me not being able to go the route I wanted to go. My goals of attaining a storefront / dream house as stated in an earlier blog post must be reassessed. I will still find that perfect house now the housing slump has opened up affordable housing choices for my wallet. It just won't be as grandiose as I had originally planned. However, a brick and mortar storefront and little factory will have to be put on the back burner so that I can focus all my mojo on the e-commerce footprint I have already established.

In the meantime, I'll just rearrange some furniture here in my tiny studio so that maybe I can fit another desk in here... ;) And perhaps I'll start "dressing up" for work now instead of staying in my comfy pajamas all day. Now that I have a new laptop, I can even work out in the fresh air (or Starbuck's air. Whatever.).

Alright, back to work. These Fuzzies don't make themselves.

Love and kisses,

ann