The Butt End Last Piece of Toast

Beer money. Coffee money. Electronic money. Cold hard cash. Liquidity. Spare change. Chump change. A Paypal account. Transferred funds. Current cleared balance.

Money. I’ve got it. Not a lot and nowhere near as much as I’d like. But I’ve got it. And sometimes I feel like it’s spread thin all over the place as if I were trying to make a last pat of butter evenly reach every corner of the butt end last piece of toast from a day old loaf of bread.

I’ve got money on both sides of the Atlantic. In a piggy bank. In my wallet. My change purse. Jangling around in my backpack. In joint accounts. Personal accounts. Accounts for specific purchases. Accounts for general, everyday spending. To meet goals. To keep fears at bay. For fun. For rainy days. For Pete’s sake.

Keeping up with my financial situation sometimes seems like a full time job in and of itself. When the money’s tight, I’m doing my darnedest to figure out how to juggle my funds. When time’s are a little better than they might usually be, I’m scratching my head thinking about what’s best to do with the extra dough (make more bread maybe?).

Managing my income and savings and trying to turn them into a bit of wealth ain’t easy, but I think I’m getting somewhere stable and secure … finally … hopefully. Coming up with ways to have my money work for me more and more is definitely a focus of my attention this year. I think I’ve got a few tasty ideas that, if I follow the right recipe and don’t open the oven door too soon, should result in a plentiful array of some piping hot, freshly baked goods. Now, where’s the butter?