For a year of being debt-free and pregnant I didn't track my working income. There was money in the account: if I wanted more I'd do some work.
Nearly two months ago I opened up my old work-tracking sheets, copied them off and started using them again. Something to take my mind off things. It's bittersweet. Last time I did that was when I was working my way out of the clan debt. I'd met Jonny and he was helping me break that huge job into pieces so I could track my progress and take each next step.
There's still a column in the worksheet for kisses.
I could remove it. I probably should remove it. I'm not quite ready to yet.
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