In the past I’ve talked about how much I wish I had like 100 more hours each day to work on my freelance writing and my blog. I felt if I could just have more time, I would be so wildly successful. Turns out, and I’m guessing it’s this way for most, I do have the time! I just haven’t been respecting it. My relationship with time has been complete crap. Leaving the house late, forgetting to defrost the chicken for dinner, falling asleep and waking up at different times each day are all prime examples of me not showing Time the love it so deserves. So no wonder it wasn’t loving me back.
I read a lot of great personal finance blogs about getting out of debt journeys. I absolutely love a good success story. They make me all warm and fuzzy and simultaneously send a chill down my spine. Every. Single. Time. A lot of the wonderful blogs I read, however are from the perspective of a couple who already have a fully furnished home and two cars and everything they could possibly need in terms of material items.
But what about us drowning in debt without a comfy couch to sit on. (You can read more about my lumpy $3 couch and why I started freelancing here.) Without a desk to work at and instead have to plop down in front of their thrifted coffee table everyday because it’s pretty much the only surface in the house. What about us?