I paid the bills last night. I'm the official financial caretaker at our house. If I don't know how much money we have, I assume we have some; then I spend it (you know the old adage ass you me-except in this case its ass luke me). Anyways, I balanced the checkbook, added up the bills, and scraped together enough to hold us until the next pay day.
After watching all that money bleed from my bank account, I'm not always in the best of moods. My solution is to destroy things. Specifically, I destroy the bills that have been paid. While this is helpful for multiple reasons (the secure information stays secure and I don't forget which bills have been paid and which are pending future payments), the main purpose is to de-stress.
It almost becomes a mini celebration. I snatch the envelope from the pile, lift it high into the air and slam it onto the floor. With each new THWACK, my tension eases a little more; by the end of the tossing I've started to develop a small smile.
The next step is to gather the paid bills and begin tearing them apart. The physical act of ripping through debt is almost delightful. Usually at this point I feel the need to slam the torn pieces to the floor once more. Finally, I save my account updates, roll my chair away from the computer, and walk away, stomping the shredded bills in my wake. I know that I will have to clean them up at some point, but getting in that last dig just feels so good.
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