Why Angels Wipe Their Butts with Razor Blades
And other things I ponder when I’m poor
These days, money eludes my life. It’s the dangling, floating carrot, just out of my reach.
Most people assume I take Scrooge McDuck baths, in mountains of cold, hard cash. Alas, there’s no truth to these rumors.
I have a roof over my head. I enjoy a loving, reliable relationship with my VW Tiguan. I can get creative with limited groceries and make a box of pasta, two avocados, and a bag of spinach last three weeks like some kind of mad genius.
In times of financial struggle, I find myself asking new, unexplored questions, too. For example, when I’m grocery shopping on an extremely limited budget, I may wonder:
Why do angels use razor blades to wipe their butts?
Or,
Is $6.99 too much to spend on a chicken breast?
And,
Can I make it through the next three weeks with half a tank of gas in my car?
As a full-time writer, I’m overflowing with gratitude for my ongoing gigs, and typically, they pay my bills.
However, a universal slash in creative budgets often means freelancers are the first to feel the publication crunch. I don’t earn 6 figures. My…
