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YOU'RE NOT BROKE, YOU JUST GOT PRIORITIES.

"I wanna leave the country" "Dang, they always gone, what kind of money they making?" "When is my bank account gone see the commas and zeros?"

Here we are again, comparing ourselves to our peers while watching them live their lives on social media. Guys, how many times do I have to remind you? That's not healthy. I once heard someone say, "Comparison is the thief of joy". I completely agree. If I'm always looking at how perfect your body is, I'll only see the flaws in mine. If I keep thinking about how well your jobs pays you, I'll never understand how blessed I am to even have mine. If I keep looking at how sexy your man is, I'll never appreciate how adorable my stuffed animal is. You feel me?

Let me share something with ya'll. I am a penny pincher. Always have been. Now, that's not to be mistaken for cheap. Let me break it down for you: I use my money wisely. I am very aware of my financial status, which by the way, is not balling out of control. I understand that I can't book trips to Dubai all willy nilly like I don't have a car note and two part time jobs. I can also comprehend the fact that I can't drop 300 on one Beyonce concert ticket when I know I need some new tires on my car. Hell, Beyonce done worked hard and made her money. She can't have mine. When I leave her show, I'm still going to be hungry. I'll see home girl on ya'll Instagram videos.

The thing is, I know when I do something, I'm really 'extra' about it. If I go to a concert, I have to buy a new outfit. If I go out of town, I need a really nice hotel and maybe a sew-in weave. It depends on my mood.

Look, I'm not trying to tell you that you shouldn't reward yourself for all of your hard work every once in a while. I'm saying, you should have your priorities in order. As my daddy would say "Don't be trying to keep up with the Jones'!" Yes, he's traveling all the time, but you don't know how hard he worked to get there. Don't overdraft your account trying to keep up with him.

Don't let anyone tell you that you're boring or lame because you choose to take a hundred dollars to your savings account instead of blowing it at the jewelry store. There's nothing wrong with investing in yourself. Even if that means missing out on some of those activities. I know, it's hard watching the turn up from a distance, but keep working, you'll get there. Or, you'll rob your nephew's piggy bank because you can't take it anymore. Whatever.

Listen, the moral of the story is, how you got weed money and no grocery money? Get them priorities straight, fam.

*sips tea*

-BRIT

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