My salary before it enters my account is a whole CEO.

It’s confident. It’s glowing. It has plans.

We’re budgeting. We’re saving. We’re investing.

“This month is different,” it says.

“This month, we are responsible adults.”

I’m already calculating soft life.

Maybe small brunch.

Maybe new wig.

Maybe I’ll finally be that “financial discipline babe” on YouTube.

Then… credit alert.

I open my banking app with joy.

For exactly 3 minutes, I’m a rich aunty.

I start walking differently in my room.

I’m even replying messages faster.

Life is sweet.

Then reality logs in.

Rent reminder.

Electricity bill.

WiFi subscription.

Data.

Transport.

That one subscription I forgot to cancel since 2022.

And suddenly, everybody I owe remembers me at the same time.

My salary after it enters my account?

Humbled.

Confused.

Traumatized.

It doesn’t even sit down.

It just touches the account and says,

“I was never yours. I was just passing through.”

Now I’m staring at the remaining balance like,

“So… you again?”

By week two, I’m googling,

“How to make money online urgently.”

By week three, I’m pricing pure water like it’s a luxury item.

But don’t worry.

Next month will be different.

Because before it enters my account…

My salary and I?

We dream big.