John Rich’s song sums up so much of what I’m feeling about this depression. In our town, the family owned grocery store has closed, the bank branch is closing, and friends of mine are worried about losing their jobs, all while the state government debates freezing my salary (though it looks unlikely now) and our town decides to raise our property taxes, which are already about $10,000 per year. I won’t comment on the budget in the town where I teach, since I wouldn’t want to get dooced.
I know we’re much more financially stable than many people, but it’s still scary. All I can do is work hard, spend wisely, and hope for the best. But it doesn’t mean that I’m not stressed, worried, and frustrated.