You know how some people just love numbers, love plotting out things on plain graph paper and punching things into calculators. They probably/definitely have a pencil behind their ear. Those are the kind of people who (I assume) budget. Continue reading “Budgeting, But Make It Sparkly”
The sweat slid down the side of my face and intermingled with the faint residue of Sauve hairspray. My bun high and tight as I gazed at my reflection floating across the room. The sheer black ballet skirt floated softly as my toes pounded the floor silently. My worn and supple pointe shoes like a second skin.
Dancing was like breathing. I had put in so many years of work into it that there were magical moments where I would loose myself in the music and no longer have to tell my muscles what to do. It was magic. Pure unadulterated magic. Continue reading “Just Keep Spinning: Peloton Dupe”
I hesitated… then slowly hovered my finger over the key.
“Total account balance is…”
And then I looked with horror at the dollar amount I was seeing on my credit card.
How did this happen?