It was four in the afternoon when I got up – I haven’t stayed in bed past midday for quite a while.
Much as I enjoy the opportunities brought about by hard work and ambition, I’m glad I’ve spent my day doing things that are not necessarily productive. No need to contemplate. I have saved so much in so little time. The road to financial well-being will soon be in sight. I’m not being cocky. Making a small fortune is quite a task. Time is the single thing that I can spend carelessly. I don’t want to sound ungrateful either. For over a month now, I’ve been working seven days a week – this specialized employment program does temper bad spending habits. Today I should be at work, but there’s a storm outside. Well, things can get out of hand anytime whether or not we anticipate forecasts. Plus, I’ve caught a cold. Taking advantage of the weekend is not bad; it plays an important role in keeping up the grind. Besides, I haven’t called in sick to work since the last hangover over thirty days ago. If I should stay unlucky next week, I will push myself harder. Suppose I were to work seven days a week all year round. With a persevering spirit, one is ought to reap the rewards in time.
