Praising Moderation  A few weeks ago, I was beyond excited.  I
went to the bank… and made a deposit… and now my bank account
has a comma in it.  Now here’s where it gets tricky:  Every
time, I get even a smidgen of money (that’s right, I used the
word smidgen), I start spending it immediately.  I realized a
long time ago that I am uncomfortable when I have money in my
bank account and I try to get rid of it as soon as possible, and
while I don’t necessarily like having no money, I have always
been more comfortable that way.  I figured out why that day.  As
I discussed with my husband all the wonderful things we would do
with our newfound money, I realized how anxious I get to spend
my money in one big burst.  Why?  Because if I have money and
I’m not spending it, then I feel like I’m wasting it.  My
thought process: “If I have the money to fly to Paris, why on
earth am I not on a plane!?” It wasn’t about the money; it was
about the freedom I had to do things with it, and if I wasn’t
doing those things then I