Those of you on any form of social media or group chat with me, you probably know by now that Tom and I got to do our “Debt Free Scream” this past Thursday.
We began our budget for February a few weeks ago, I told Tom that I think we were going to be able to pay off the last of our debt. You know what? He cried. Sobbing mess. No, not really. But we both got teary-eyed and took a moment to think about what in the world “debt free” would actually mean for us. We were toward being debt free for so long that the actual thought of it happening wasn’t something that had crossed our minds.
So not too long after we moved into our smaller house, our microwave went out. Because we were smack dab in the middle of debt payoff we decided that a new microwave was not our top priority. It wasn’t until we were visiting our oldest daughter at her apartment and our other daughter asked, “Do you have a pot I can warm this up in?” –She was referring to some cider that she wanted to warm up. We were all met with blank stares as everyone realized we had been living like…basically cavemen for months. Sure, it was no big deal that we were warming our leftovers on the stove…until we realized that our children had totally forgotten about the modern convenience of a microwave. So why didn’t we just shell out the $200 for a new one? Well, I’ll tell you.
Word of the Year is a totally new concept to me. Sure, like a decade ago I would pretend to set a resolution knowing I wouldn’t stick to it. It seemed like the second I set a resolution or insisted on living up to a big goal was the same second I totally started panicking. Wayne Dyer once said this about quitting alcohol for 20 years, “If I’d have said to myself 20 years ago, ‘Wayne, you’re going to quit drinking for the next 20 years.’ I would have gone immediately and had a drink. Because it’s just. too. big.” –Man, I gotta start listening to that guy again.
Anywho, I haven’t set an actual resolution for myself in years. But this year, on New Years Eve I decided to pick a Word of the Year. The word I chose was “fear” and I want to share with you a little bit about why.