And despite an entire career in accounting and finance - I was in my late 20s, still facing a half-renovated home with no running water, when I hit my final breaking point.
Exhausted from pretending I had it all together, I was forced to face the messy truths I'd been hiding from for years: I was a bit of an intensity junkie.
Life had to be HARD.
Life had to be COMPLEX.
And the idea that it could be easy? Pfft. That was for the rich kids.
That's when I realized my teenage-self was running rogue with my wallet. Trying to throw money at any problem, without questioning why the problem even existed.
Well guess what honey, my teenage self isn’t the one running ship; I’m the captain now.
And I will NOT be reliving the life I was raised in.