Saving money felt powerful before it felt stressful.
The first thing I saved for wasn’t practical — it was personal. Something I wanted badly enough to wait for. Something that made me feel independent.
That money represented freedom. Choice. Control.
Now money feels heavier. Tied to responsibility, survival, pressure. But I try to remember that first feeling — the pride, the ownership, the quiet confidence of earning something myself.
That version of me knew something important:
Wanting things doesn’t make you shallow.
Working for them doesn’t make you greedy.
Tomorrow’s prompt: A time I had to be stronger than I felt.
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