Hello, my name is Stephanie. I just started balancing my checkbook today.
Yes, today. You know how I turned 28 last month? Remember that shit? I've gone years and countless overdraft fees too long. Somehow, putting a finite, solid number down in this check plastic-cased checking ledger makes everything so crystal clear.
"No, Stephie. You may not spend anymore money. You're out of it." My checking balance says this in a calm, commanding, unoffensive voice. I don't argue with it. It doesn't chastise me. It just let's me know. And I listen.
I find this a serendipitous event, because today while depositing money at the bank, the teller asked if I'd like to open up a savings account. I let out a deep, exasperated breath and said yes.
"Yes, I will grow up. Yes, I will take accountability for my finances and organize my funds."
I'm disappointed it took me this long, but I'm proud too, I guess. It's like I'm watching myself get on the bus to my first day of responsibility/financial planning school.
