I’m very sure of it.

Not plenty—but enough to make plans.

Enough to feel responsible.

Enough to say, “I’ll be fine.”

Fast forward to today.

I have no money…

but I have experience.

I didn’t even splurge.

Life just started collecting small-small:

transport here, food there, one “urgent” thing that couldn’t wait.

Money didn’t shout before leaving.

No drama.

No warning.

Just silence and screenshots of transactions.

One minute you’re checking your balance confidently.

Next minute you’re checking it for emotional damage.

But let’s be clear—this isn’t broke-broke.

This is that stage where you’re okay, alive, laughing…

just budgeting vibes and faith.

So no, I’m not broke.

I just had money yesterday.

Today?

I have stories.