worry wart.

I'll admit it.

Lately, I've been finding it a little more difficult to look on the bright side. I've been anxious quite a lot and I'm unsure why. I'm a bit of a worry wort, that I know, but I've noticed I worry more often lately.

In recent months, my car has decided it would be fun to break down numerous times. My bills ($1,000 for the first one just three weeks ago. Second unknown) for that car are beginning to be more trouble then it's worth. I'd finally had it when it began making a terrible grinding sound and I had difficulty steering the car. Luckily, I made it home safely and it was towed tonight.

Today, I was (I believe) pick pocketed while I was at work. My (brand new) phone was stolen. Again, I should probably count my blessings that I wasn't outright mugged, my phone had insurance and I was okay. Instead I'm just mad. I simply want to stand on my own two feet, build some savings, and not feel broke. I lie awake at night sometimes wondering when a temporary job will become permanent and I won't have to worry anymore. On the plus side, I'm being praised at my temporary job. Hopefully things will turn around.

I hate that I'm writing such a negative blog. Venting I suppose. I need to sit back, reflect and realize that I do have many blessings to count. It's just hard to see them sometimes.