For Christmas, I liquidated part of our emergency cushion to pay off my husband’s credit card debt. (He’d run it up because the computer that lies at the heart of his enterprises died and there hadn’t been enough loose cash to pay for a new one.)
Clearing a couple thousand dollars out of savings feels like a tooth has been pulled.
But as the shock began to abate, it became clear that the pay off was a decluttering.
Darkly (and not what I mean) the cash itself is gone…
And so are the bindings of the debt freeing emotional space for new dreams to reach for the sun.
And what cash remains has no strings attached. The cash I spent freed the rest of it.