So, I’m pretty excited that other than a few IOUs floating around, I do not owe anyone millions of actual dollars. The last few months has been a financial roller-coaster of numbers crunching, tax calculations and whining. However, it has not (yet) involved any personal loans or even credit card swipes! Which is saying a lot coming from the girl who once racked up $7,000 of credit card debt in six months on nail salons, traveling and paying bars and restaurants to allow me to eat, drink and do stupid stuff with my friends in their establishments. (oops!) Thankfully, that horrifying number has since been paid off with blood, sweat and the tears of a girl who hasn’t had a manicure in very many months.
Anyway, what I “owe” approximately every person I’ve come in contact with before and during this transition is whatever their hypothetical hourly rate is for: life coaching, financial guidance, icecream nights when I was scared and needed to vent, icecream nights when I was excited and wanted to share every thrilling detail, biblical and spiritual navigating, book-sized text message swapping, strategy meetings, sanity check-ins, multiple-hours long phone dates, down-to-earth career counseling and big-dreaming brainstorming sessions.
I’m assuming this number is upwards of a few million.
One of the strangest things is how calm life seems now. After a self-inflicted six-month twister tore through a lot of what I called life, I got pretty used to the up-and-down emotional mayhem, the wake-up-nervous feeling and a general HELP I HAVE NO DIRECTION? WAIT DO I? WHAT IS HAPPENING? mindset. Plus the added pressure of “doing something great” once the ball was in motion.
I still don’t know what my “something great” is. This might be all there is to it! Just a person doing some stuff they perceive as risky in search of more happiness, fulfillment and adventure.
But no matter what the “great” thing(s) turn out to be, I will always be indebted to the people around me that (still) allow me to be a whirling dervish/calm/crazy/cliff jumping/but it’s really not that bad/emotional/un-manicured person just trying to figure life out.
Don’t worry guys, the check is in the mail.
Let’s talk! Who and what do you owe for some of your life’s crazier seasons?