If wishes were horses...

It sounds incredibly noble and strong to be doing what I'm doing to make the best use of my money to build more income and buy a forever house.

But the practical truth is, the world values me having walls around my sleeping quarters more than thrift. And tonight I'm kinda with the world. I have a doctors appointment in Seattle later this morning(it's now past midnight) and sleeping arrangements in Seattle are a challenge. I've found a safe parking lot by an all night restaurant. The reason it's safe is because it's bathed in light of a non natural nature.

So how do I keep myself positive about my goal? I think on how beautiful and cozy my office space is and how someday I'm going to have a whole house like that and focus on remembering what the next business item is I have to attend to when I return to the office.

Mycar insurance person told me there some danger of not being reinstated at the next re enrollment period if I don't keep the car in a secure place within my mailing zip code. She told me about a nice two star hotel for forty two dollars in my area. So I called. It's almost the weekend so it's $89 tonight and higher tomorrow.

Do I wish I was sleeping in a bedroom? Of course I do. Then I remeber how much more stressful it was living in houses where the landlords were living on the financial edge and/or hadn't kept the place well maintained. I realize how much more secure and solid my life feels right now. I only have one teeny tiny part of my life that is being polluted by someone's projected drama and that is immeasurably reduced. So I must disregard the bright lights in the parking lot, be thankful there is a bathroom for use in a couple of hours and rejoice that when I go in to use it I will had them my ceramic travel mug and tell them to fill it with hot chocolate. I am picturing myself with a fully fun tioning business and signing the papers on my house. I endure, and I persevere.