Everyone is expressing worry about the future. Each member of my family is expressing different kinds of fear and and anxiety. Where will we end up? What kind of job will Noah get? How will our lives be different?

I think this is why my anxiety is going down. Do you know what I have complete and utter faith in? My ability to adapt to a new environment. I’m good at that. I can do that. No problem.

Will we live on less money? Almost certainly. Will that be a problem? Well we will have moments of feeling irritated, but mostly it will be fine.

Noah is really worried. I’m just not in a way that might be stupidity but I don’t think so. I will be with the people who make me the happiest in the whole world. We will figure it out.

I won’t be able to be profligate with money anymore. That will be ok. This is a new set of habits in my life. I have done it because I can and it really doesn’t matter. When it mattered I didn’t run up debt.

We are halfway to Noah’s cushy retirement goal. The US does look like it’s about to melt down, but if it doesn’t that means we are probably 10 years away from where we want to be financially if we don’t add any more money. We are capitalist pigs. Our money will grow. And if we only have as much money as the top 60% of people in the world…. uhhh we will cope. Maybe I’ll have to get a job to fill in the gaps. *faint* Oh no…. qué horror!

Maybe the big kids will have to babysit to earn money for their extras. We won’t die.