I Hit My Freak Out Point
I have been a really good money coach for myself during the pandemic.
I have been really chill about seeing the stock market go down.
I have been Zen as I pay the bills and watch our safety buffer dwindle as the months go by.
No worries… I play the long game… I’ve got killer money confidence… we’re all good.
Then I sent my daughter to her annual doctor visit for the first time on her own.
It went well. I asked her about it and it all sounded good.
I was a breezy, hands-off Mom-about-town.
Then she stopped in the doorway and said, “Oh, and Quenton said to say hi.”
That’s so nice. I love Quentin, the man who draws blood for testing. He always makes me laugh so hard.
Wait… What?!? You had tests?
“Call Quentin and ask what tests you had!!!!!! You already had $3,000 of tests done! Insurance won’t pay twice! Why are you still standing here? We could be out big money. Call the other doctor. Write it all down!!!!”
I am not proud that my daughter had her hands on her face like the Caulkin kid did in Home Alone. That’s never a good sign. She was obviously distressed.
And here I thought I was so handling it all.
I hate that I upset my daughter.
But I love that I uncovered another painful money belief.
Because once the excavation is done, I can hold that belief up to the light and decide if it’s worth holding on to that fear.
I have been burned in the past numerous times by insurance companies. So I know where this fear comes from.
But the fear is not mandatory.
There is a difference between knowing why I am such a hot mess (and continuing to have these kind of melt downs), and learning from my failures and become wiser and calmer.
I want to tame the freak out.
I am working towards learning and changing with each freaky, embarrassing, bad mothering thing I do.
And just by noticing that I am overreacting to possible insurance problems… taking the watcher’s view… helps me do better next time.
How do you eat an elephant?: One bite at a time.
How you change the freak out?: One thought at a time.