Taco Tuesdays and Life Ruins

It’s Taco Tuesday.

10% off at Ross Dress for Less, if you are over fifty-five. I qualify.

As I check the nearest Mexican restaurants offering the Tuesday special, trying to align the ones with the least offending Yelp reviews near a Ross store, I hesitate. Should I spend money this way? Shouldn’t I wait until after my meeting to go home and eat? Do I really need to get a new top, given I seldom wear anything dressy these days?

Money. That’s been a huge worry for me recently. I’ve seen my retirement funds depleted, reduced each month by at least a third of what they were three years ago.

I’m back in the US after nearly three years living outside the country. Ready to return over a year ago but the pandemic slowed those plans. Now I’m picking up the pieces, dealing with the consequences, the ones that speak ruins in three states and multiple locations.

I’ve had a few hard knocks before this year but now my life feels pretty much like it really is in ruins…a bit like a wrecking ball broadsided me again and again and then…again to make sure I was really down.

Ways we think about things, the thoughts on which we focus can create more or the same. I don’t want to create more disillusion, negative surprises, and pain. Or ruins.

I touch the nav system buttons for the nearest Taco Tuesday location and head for it. Something goes awry, about like everything else has in the last several months. I follow the directions…