I readily confess: I have succeeded in tumbling into the quagmire of debt. It’s no one’s fault but my own and, as such, I freely accept blame.
At this stage of life, I earn a Comedy-Central salary (i.e. laughable). In a quest to succeed as a writer, I accepted some “non-challenging” roles, including the current one. I’d figured it would be short-term, and the last one in the corporate world. After a decade, “short-term” is a done deal, but the “last” aspect is still possible.
It’s all good. A lot has been learned over the years and I’m all the wiser for it.
The one great thing about dogpaddling through a quagmire of debt: I can deal with the stress by eating a whack-load of chocolate. Nummmmmm! (There’s always a silver lining.)