When I turned 30 about 6 weeks ago, it was with great fan-fare and any number of parties and celebrations. My friends and family were more than generous in fully celebrating ME for over a week. I, however, wanted to do nothing more than hide. I couldn’t believe it – 30. It was like the last excuses I had for my bad behavior were gone – I was well and truly an adult now.
As I took stock of where my 30 years on this planet had gotten me, I was….less than pleased. Yes, I’ve done well in school, but I haven’t managed to finish the Master’s degree program that is costing me so much money – (more on that later). I’ve got a great job that I really enjoy, working with people that I admire and respect who challenge me on a daily basis. I’ve got an amazing boyfriend, and great friends, and family who loves me. But, I also have moments of paralyzing self-doubt, and more personal debt than anyone in their right mind should have. I’ve been living largely rent-free in my grandmother’s house for the last 3 years, and the only thing I have to show for it is a mound of credit card bills and 2 rooms full of clothes I never wear.
I need to reorganize, reprioritize, and get my life, and particularly my finances, under control. This blog is my first step in taking public accountability for the financial nightmare I have created for myself.
