If I Was a Rich Girl...

i consider myself a pretty chill, happy-go-lucky kinda girl. i can laugh off some of my most embarassing moments, and i even don't mind embarassing myself a little on purpose simply to make others laugh. but there is one thing that can get me wound up like nothing else can and that, my friends, is money.

from trying to figure out how i was going to get through college to paying rent at oxford commons to raising support, i go into a very rapid emotional downward spiral when i am overwhelmed by monetary obligations.

in case you don't know, i have to raise quite a chunk of change before returning to england in 7 short weeks. i wasn't at full support last year, and this year i have to raise even more, so as the reality of the ticking support clock hangs over my head, my stress level has been increasing to the point where it's taken me hours to fall asleep at night because my brain is on overload and that darn proverbial pit is slowly deepening in my stomach.

it's hard to explain to people the emotional rollercoaster that is support raising, and i think that i had honestly fogotten how intense it was until returning. all i know is that i'm looking forward to getting back to england and doing ministry there, and now i want it more than ever...maybe i needed to realize that.