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I have a financial budget and a time budget. They work together perfectly.

I need to be cautious with my money and try to save more, yet I need time to do my budget.

I first allot time for scheduling my time and trying to budget my finances happens to fall in one or two slots. With regards to my time, I make sure that when I have a project on the go, I’ll give some wiggle room and not keep a tight rein on my – er –  time.

With regards to finances, I try to give every dollar a name, but that gets tedious, but I strive to do it anyway.  I first make a list of my monthly expenses, including my caprious spending. Then, I make a list of my assets, which is my income.

Once completed, I grimace and groan, then fall on my knees and  pray for guidance. I show the Lord my budget of money and time. I hand it all over to the Lord, and somehow, throughout the month and the year, things work out.

Patriotic? Like loyal, devoted in support of the country where I live? That kind of attitude is something I have never thought about.

I like where I live. I know no other country. It has good and bad features. It is not perfect. I enjoy the freedom I have to worship my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and I do not take it for granted. Many other Christians in other parts of the world do not have this privilege, and I thank God daily for this freedom I have.

I enjoy the ability to go to sleep without fear and wake up safe to face the day.

But this country I live in is made up of people and people make the country. Politicians rule and many things they do I do not agree with. Some laws are good and some not so good, but this is where the Lord wants me to be, and  for the moment, I will trust him.

I know I am blessed, and I do not take that lightly.

I am not the best driver, but when I get comfortable behind the wheel and the road is clear and easy to plot, I tend to step on the gas a little too hard.

Speeding happens, but it is bad when you go over the limit in a school zone or residential area. That I don’t do because kids could be playing and people could be out and about.

I try hard not to speed, too much.

I think too much that I can think my way out of stuff. I am not spontaneous, probably because the few times I succumbed to the habit, I got burned.

Nevertheless, there are times I would love to just take the plunge and see what happens. Alas, I know I wouldn’t. I will just keep standing on the sidelines quaking in my Jimmy Choos.

P.S. Do I even own a Jimmy Choo? Better check on that.

Parents are there to guide, nurture, discipline, protect, provide, and love their children. At my age, they were doing all this while wadding through the murky waters of immigration.

They learned.

They adapted.

They loved their new country even though they gave up a lot. They were satisfied and didn’t miss what they left behind.

They prayed daily and gave thanks for the Lord’s provisions of safety  and health.

They are unwritten laws that state that if you are not of the same look or sex then the work you do will not amount to the same pay as that other person.

For example: if I am a black female or male  or a South East Asian male or female or Asian female or male and I have a colleague who is doing the same job and who is white male or female in a very white dominated company, that person will get better pay and receive more accolades which can lead to a future promotion.

It is no one’s fault but the powers in charge.

Nevertheless, it is what happens on a regular basis where you have to work twice as hard to get only get half. 

It does not matter if you are male or female or BIPOC. You just have to work harder to get what you deserve in any work sector. 

Will this stop?

No. It will continue. It is how the world is made. You just have to continue to do the best you can.