by Deana | Aug 28, 2018 | Goals |
Sometimes I look back at how my life was just a few years ago.. Pinching pennies, trying to save on every single thing I bought, celebrating a $1.95 purchase instead of paying the full $2. Truly believing that I needed to work hard, work often, work tirelessly, to make 6-figures (and definitely 7-figs and up). Reading personal-finance and frugal living blogs (including writing for my own!), soaking up how to save more money, which often meant cutting out things from my life that truly made me happy, just to save a few bucks a month. Hating the rich and seeing them as slimy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers that shouldn’t be trusted (I’ve since learned the complete opposite is true, and I love rich people - and am friends with a few of ’em and know first-hand how the stigma around wealth is total BS). Spending so much time doing shit I hated, just because I thought thay I HAD to, including cleaning my own house (say WHAT?!), cooking all my food (WHAT!! unheard of!), doing work I was no longer passionate about, letting people verbally abuse me and treat me like crap, because “they pay my bills”. I look back and I feel so sorry for that girl. I feel sad for her. For all that she believed was true about herself and the world, but that wasn’t. I feel outraged for her that she allowed others to walk all over her, abuse her emotionally and verbally, and suck all of her happiness out of her soul. I just want to go back and hug her and tell her that...
