R.I.P. Kaiysha Naima Sharpe-Morrow

This week seems like a blur. I never thought I would be writing R.I.P. to one of my best friends. I would have never guessed that this past weekend would be the last I would ever lay eyes on you.
Some people come into your life and they are leaves...other people comes into your lives and they are branches......then there are those who come into your lives and are roots..... You most definitely were a root.

Habit Forming, Life Changing

Back in December I had a serious coming to Jesus moment with myself. I realized I was in a stage in my life that I wasn't happy and realized that I needed to do something about it. I finally realized that my life wasn't going to change until I started to change things about myself. I talked to a close friend about how I was feeling. I'm not one to who believes in resolutions. I just feel they are just goals that will lead to failure. Just my opinion on it. So I decided I was going to start things differently for myself. I have various issues that I deal with. Finances, Health, and Mentality. They all weave in together and effect each other. 

A FOOL AND HER MONEY CAN BE PARTED BUT CAN THAT FOOL BE REFORMED? part 2

So Day 4 is called Money Bucket.

This step was to open a Savings account that ONLY has online access. Not like a savings account with a brick & mortar location. So I did some scouting around. Found an online bank that I had been looking into since last year and decided to make the move to open a Savings account with them. Also am making the move to switch to a different brick & mortar bank as well.

A fool and her money can be parted but can that fool be reformed?

My relationship with money can be described at best as volatile. My money has always been my "happy place" to get away from how I felt about myself. Hit a depressing point in my life, go buy the latest gadget. Upset about something, go buy food to eat. Not liking how I look, go buy makeup to cover that up. Nothing could help conceal the issues I was dealing with. Spending money was only a temporary fix to a permanent issue. Yet it had gotten to the point that I felt "triggered" whenever I would see something I wanted it would be in my head and couldn't get it out until I bought it. Thinking that "thing" would help me overall feel better about myself and help me get out of the funk that I was continuously in.

Looking back on my life I truly wish there had been classes taught through high school about fiscal responsibility or had searched them out during my first stint at college.