Was I really born to just to work & pay bills?

As I inhaled the steam from my morning coffee, the post thumped onto the floor. Bills, bills, bills.

As I sat back in the seat of my car a very familiar sound chirped from the dash area. Fuel warning. Spend, spend, spend.

As I chomped on my sandwhich while on my lunch break, my iPhone rang with an unfamiliar number. Stupidly, I answered. “You owe, you owe, you owe”.

As I mind my own business while working, annoying, oblivious colleagues wave work group lottery tickets, sweepstakes & leavers cards in my face. Money, money, money.

As I make my way home, I pull into the supermarket for essentials & toiletries. Cash, cash, cash.

As I cook my dinner on the gas, run my laundry, load the dishwasher, turn on the heating & undress out of my work clothes, I step into the shower. Costs, costs, costs.

Time for bed.

Time to get up.

Repeat.