You know the saying, “Money makes the world go round?” Sometimes I wish it wasn’t true.
Lately, I have had this fear that I will be poor for rest of my life. Why does money have to matter so much?
I didn’t exactly come from a rich or a poor family, but as an individual I am seriously terrible with personal finances. I’ve worked since I was 16 years old and have always had my own money, but I just can’t seem to wrap my hands around sustaining a budget. I’m not in serious credit card debt, but I don’t have this huge savings account either.
Having a lot of money sitting around has never been a priority to me.
There have been many friends and family who have attempted to show me how they manage things…. but it never works. I am still living pretty much paycheck to paycheck and I’m 25 years old. It’s sad and upsets me. Just this past week I started my 401K… I’ve been working for 3 years now (so embarrassing!)
It may have something to do with the fact that some of the best jobs in the world pay crap and the worst ones pay tons! All of the things I have done with my career, or want to do, aren’t exactly six-figure salary gigs. Sometimes when I play the “What my Life COULD have been if I…..” game, I think about if I would have taken a different job that paid better, or stayed with my ex boyfriend, who was on the fast track to the top of the corporate ladder, or maybe thought twice about traveling so much.
Money is the cause for so much stress in individual life, its no wonder its the leading cause for divorce among couples and fighting among friends and family.
Why can’t money just grow on trees? Wouldn’t that solve everything?
Everyday I check Twitter and Craigslist and Facebooks for potential jobs in writing, blogging or even internships in social media. (If you know of any send them my way please!) With the holidays coming up and taking my Eastern Europe Adventure I am going to be more broke I have ever been in my entire life.
It’s not a good feeling. Not when I see other people my age buying houses or new cars or starting a family.
I couldn’t do any of those things, even if I wanted to because I’d never be able to afford them.
I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I may not have grown up “things” to show for myself, but I do have a lot of experiences, adventure and subsequently amazing stories and memories.
Aren’t those worth just as much as say, a house?