5pm has come and gone.
The person I’m feeling angst toward has at least returned my possessions, even though they have not paid me the remainder of the money they owe me.
I have what was important to me. My tent. Silly? Maybe. But it is security and sentimentality combined for me. I lived in my tent for three months while we walked here. Sentimentality. I could live in it again if I needed to. Security.
Having my tent has somehow allowed my spirit to relax a bit on the money. I need the money. My income is limited. I was counting on this payment several days ago.
However? I also have people who care about me. I won’r go without any necessity. I will be okay.
So? I’m giving some grace time before I go after the people that still owe me.