Carrie Brokeamateurs «TRUSTED»

Stop trying to be Carrie. Start trying to be solvent. The city lights will still be there when you come up for air.

It wasn't one big crash. It was a thousand tiny cuts. The $12 cold brew every morning. The "splurge" dress for a wedding I couldn't afford to attend. The loan to a friend I never saw again. I was so busy playing the part of the "struggling artist who makes it work" that I forgot to actually look at my bank account. carrie brokeamateurs

So, I broke the amateur. I killed "Carrie." Stop trying to be Carrie

I learned that the hard way.

If you are out there, wearing the costume of "I’ve got it together" while drowning in overdraft fees, I see you. It wasn't one big crash

If you had told me two years ago that I would be typing this from a cramped studio apartment, eating ramen with a plastic fork, I would have laughed in your face. Not because I was rich, but because I was a master of the illusion.

I sold the rented bag. I canceled the subscription boxes. I learned to cook (badly, but cheaply). I started saying "no" to things that didn't serve my actual bank balance.