if I could turn back the clock, I wouldn't.
Having to take over the "Bringing the Bacon Home" responsibility has never been easy for me. I didn’t have a clue how much I really need to bring in to feed a family of five when I first started.My family never had the habit of talking about money openly. It didn’t occurred to me to really sit down with my family and asked them to list down the expenses needed for the family. As I was only a daughter, I didn’t want to make my family feel that I have taken over the authority of the family just because I was bringing in the bacon.Over the years, on top of the monthly allowance, my parents and sibling would come to me occasionally asking me to help them clear the bigger bills.When I feel dismayed, I try to remember that there is always someone far worse than I am in this world. As long as I have legs, feet, arms, hands, eyes, ears, a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food on my table, I cannot complain. I should not be dismayed because the person next to me may not necessarily have all those things. So I look ahead, I try to be content with what I have and I carry on. I live as I know it may be over tomorrow. I wouldn't want to spend my last day in discontentment.Deep down, I had this feeling of liberation and somewhat satisfaction. We never had to worry about not having food on the table (Alhamdulillah!). This is probably what a lot of breadwinners are facing today. Shouldering all the responsibilities and feeling the pride that everyone in the family depended on you.To all the breadwinners, it is okay to falter. Humans are designed to err. With faith and love, all of us can return to the right way again.If I could turn back the clock, I wouldn't. ✋ This is the best of me. #thebestofyou