Okay, hear me out. I know what you’re thinking: “This person enjoys bills? They must be off their rocker!” Before you write me off as a masochist with a penchant for late fees, let me explain. It all started with a particularly chaotic week…

The Week From Hell (And Why Bills Became My Solace)

Picture this: three deadlines looming, a sink full of dishes that seemed to multiply overnight, and a cat determined to unravel an entire roll of toilet paper (don’t ask). Just when I thought things couldn’t get any crazier, my phone decided to take a swan dive into the toilet. Goodbye connection to the outside world, hello digital detox nightmare. By Friday, I was about two missed deadlines away from a full-blown meltdown.

And then, a miracle. I trudged to the mailbox, expecting the usual junk mail onslaught, but instead, I found a small stack of envelopes with those familiar little windows. Bills.