Back in my early twenties, I accidentally smashed the tail light of my dad’s car while backing into a parking spot. When he heard the crunch from the passenger’s seat, I immediately yelped, “don’t worry! I’ll pay to fix it!”. In a rare moment of losing his temper, he yelled back “how!” We both knew I wasn’t good for the money. From a financial perspective, my early adult years amounted to a period of trauma that left a lasting scar. I ended up destroying my credit just in time to live paycheck to paycheck for the first few years after college. I was no stranger to overdraft fees, I would ask people to hold off on cashing checks I wrote, and not being able to afford to go out with friends was isolating, shameful, and embarrassing.
Why I'm a budgeter
Why I'm a budgeter
Why I'm a budgeter
Back in my early twenties, I accidentally smashed the tail light of my dad’s car while backing into a parking spot. When he heard the crunch from the passenger’s seat, I immediately yelped, “don’t worry! I’ll pay to fix it!”. In a rare moment of losing his temper, he yelled back “how!” We both knew I wasn’t good for the money. From a financial perspective, my early adult years amounted to a period of trauma that left a lasting scar. I ended up destroying my credit just in time to live paycheck to paycheck for the first few years after college. I was no stranger to overdraft fees, I would ask people to hold off on cashing checks I wrote, and not being able to afford to go out with friends was isolating, shameful, and embarrassing.