Trust Part II

I don't know that I've ever heard a trust officer grovel before... okay, maybe not actual groveling, but darned close. Money is being transferred to my account today, so that I can pay for the party and my slightly overdue mortgage payment, and they'll get the rest in motion. Moreover, he's promised to help me make a financial plan so I can rehabilitate my credit, as well as reinvesting the majority of the money.

That's as valuable as the money. I have an actual phobia about dealing with financial matters. My throat closes up, my heart pounds, my stomach knots up -- all of the symptoms of a world class anxiety attack. And this is every time I have to pay bills, do my taxes, or anything else financial. Hardly any wonder that I suck at it. I suspect aversion training via my abusive, alcoholic, but fiscally brilliant mother.

Immediate crisis averted. Onward and upward.