The Unscripted Drama of Your Finances

Darlings, let's talk about the most complicated relationship we'll ever have. 

No, not with a man. 

With money

Spotted: A girl on a first date with her bank account, nervously checking her balance under the table, hoping it won't stand her up. 

But honey, the real drama starts when your income is as unpredictable as a tropical storm on a heated summer day.

Budgeting is a nightmare when your money isn't flowing like you thought it would.

 It’s like dating a man who only calls when he needs something, leaving you tense, afraid, and so exhausted. 

I was in a constant state of panic each and every month!

Every purchase feels like a betrayal, every glance at your empty wallet like a cold shoulder.

 It's a toxic dance of avoidance and anxiety, and I was so caught up in the drama that I couldn't even see the stage.

My relationship with money was shot to hell. 

I was so fixated on the money I didn’t have that I couldn’t see the abundance that was already there. 

I was convinced my worth was tied to a number, and that number was never big enough. 

It was a constant chase, a frantic search for the next hit, the next paycheck, the next sign that I was finally "okay."

Putting it simply, I was caught in a loop of powerlessness and brokenness, and it sucked!

But then, just like a perfect plot twist, I had an epiphany.

 I realized my problem wasn’t money itself; it was my relationship with it.

 I had to stop looking at my bank account with fear and start looking at it with acceptance.

I had to stop treating it like a fickle lover and start treating it like a trusted friend.

I decided to embrace the money I had right now, no matter how small.

 I let the emotions—the fear, the frustration, the insecurity—flow through me like a good cry session after a bad date.

 I didn't push them away; I acknowledged them, processed them, and let them go. 

Then, I did something radical. 

I started affirming for more money and a better relationship with it.

I now have a relationship with money where I feel safe, supported, and loved, even if I only have ten cents and the thing I need costs five dollars. 

Why? 

Because money is energy, not an enemy. 

It's not a dictator that controls my worth or my quality of life. 

My power isn't at the mercy of my bank account.

That kind of thinking—that you're a victim of your finances—keeps you in a loop of powerlessness and frustration. 

It's a limited, suffocating thing I want no part of, and neither should you.

Because after all, darling, the greatest romance isn't with a man or with a bank account—it's with yourself. 

And once you fall in love with who you are, everything else falls into place.

XOXO, Ashlee