Today I would like to share that I am proud of my bills. Yes, my bills.
I am proud of my electric bill. It comes in my name, with my address on it. And I pay it. I am responsible, mostly and in part, for keeping the energy flowing in my apartment that I so enjoy. The power I use to charge my phone, watch Battlestar Galactica, and yes, blog. That’s all me.
I am proud of my therapy bills. I am proud that I took charge of my problems, sought help, and found a way to make it work for me. I did that all by myself. I had no help from anyone. Except, um, my therapist, obviously. But that’s an issue we’re working on.
I am proud of my food bills. I am proud of my stocked cupboard, of having all the things I need, of always having food in the house. I never go hungry, I never feel guilty about eating double snacks at night, or just standing in front of the fridge shoveling pasta salad into my mouth straight from the container. I love my vitamins, all lined up on the shelf where I can reach them every morning and remember to take them. I love taking care of myself and doing it for me, not because I owe it to anyone else or have anything to prove.
I am proud of living as an adult on my terms. An adult who sometimes stays home all day blogging, and sometimes stays out until 2 in the morning partying.
But always pays her bills.