Today I woke up in a panic, which started off as a violent reaction to the dog doing his usual morning routine of barking and whining like a small child and then progressed into anxiety over the fact that we can never ever take vacation at the same time because our dog is overly needy and annoying and ended in a full blown sob-fest about how we can never seem to do more than break even financially.
What if FSU's company goes under and he loses his job? What happens when I have to start paying back those student loans next year? What if I continue to make sub-par salary for the rest of my life? How am I going to afford a car. This was all exacerbated by the fact that we found a great neighborhood we'd love to live in on our run yesterday, but after looking up the property assessments and market values, I fell into a deep spiral of self-loathing (which should possibly be directed at Northern VA) because we could never afford to by a house here. Maybe a small shed.
Basically I am having a large helping of financial anxiety, with a side of I wish the dog would shut the hell up.