I paid rent yesterday. I made a monetarily committed decision to stay in one place for at least a month. Instantly, my brain lurched into a panic and started thinking about how far I could get on the money I had left. It’s not a real panic, of course. It’s not the kind of reaction that results in someone stepping up and slapping me across the face, grasping my shoulders and shaking me while screaming, “Get a hold of yourself!”…
