I’m still applying for jobs and trying to keep my faith in check because I know that God has a plan for me. I want a job in non-profit. I’m going to school for Social Science and hoping to be a social worker (paying more than the standard) so an entry level job would be ideal to build on.
The hardest part about all of this is just realizing that all of the nonsense could have been avoided.
I didn’t grow up knowing anything about bills or 401(k) or any of that and I’m a bit resentful because of it. My mother told us that money comes and goes and you have to live in the now and enjoy it and what it can do for you. She never once said that there would be bouts of unemployment or hard times or even the need to go on public assistance–something she never told us she experienced.
I don’t want to spend my life dwelling on the fact that from the time I was conceived I was financially destined to fail. I want to move forward and change the writing of my children’s history.
I’m about to create a spreadsheet to track my creditors and payments and such. The boyfriend has agreed that we would go into this together- hopefully while we repair the damage and rebuild our credit we’ll be working on a future together. Time will tell.
