A financial statement.

Has it really been a week? 
Since I last posted?

Oops.  I will say though that I'm on my way to working a 60 hour week in that dingy little kitchen so maybe that will be a good enough excuse?  Probably not, I realize.  Blog comes first.  I realize. 

I woke up at 12:30 this afternoon.  That's borderline disgusting.  I've been in a cycle of sleeping or wishing I was sleeping this week.  Late nights scrubbing dishes until 4 am and then waking up at 6 to go for a morning run.  Whaaat am I doing with my life?  I need to find some structure, asap.  And I have so many projects that need to happen and will inevitably be late because I've been so lazy this week.  I just spent the last hour or so (my last hour or so of freedom before the chef coat goes on) looking at New Era caps and graphic tanks on places like http://www.karmaloop.com/ .  Motivation, where art thou?!  I'll find her (motivation is most obviously a woman, come on people..). 

But today, because today is Friday I'll tell ya something that should be everyone's favourite: God doesn't lie.  Bam.  Big surprise.  My mom told me that if I started not being so clenched-fist with my measly amount of money that I would probably find myself blessed.  So, okay, I started looking at my finances as opportunity.  How can you use that money, dear Melissa?  And suddenly, the money that I have is kind of like a "project bank".  I can use that money to bless others!  I can give to others!  That's what that money is for, actually!  And guess what?  No, I'm not a billionare.  I did not inherit the principality of Monte Carlo or get interviewed by Forbes magazine, but money seems to be coming in at a more fast and furious rate than perviously.  Little things-a cheque from my mother for Easter (which has never before happened), money being stuck in my shoe from a co-worker because I took his closing shift, and other such surprises.  It just feels freeing.  And yes, I'm not saying that I've decided that someone else will cover my debt because I'm too busy spending money on crafting ideas for the masses.  No, there's that whole financial steward business to take care of, but really, anything that comes my way isn't mine in the first place.  It's your (metaphorically).  Well, God's.  But used to bless you in hopes that it brings him glory.  And that's boss.  Killer project. I'm in love.