I have sat here for three months living a highly mediocre and unfulfilling life and simultaneously almost lying about it to my boss because of the love of money and the love of stability. I am afraid to branch out, to travel, so take career risks because of my love of financial security. I am not even making a lot of money and yet I am already afraid to risk moving, afraid to risk giving up this job, afraid to pay the price of finding something that is more fulfilling.
So, when I was essentially forced to quit just so that I could take five days off at Christmas to spend time with my family and meet my newborn nephew I actually breathed a sigh of relief. I was thankful that I love my family more than I love the security of this sad little job, thankful that the jaws of financial security have not fully clamped down on me quite yet. Thankful that I could still see an escape.
But, I lost my job, and so the fear is slowly creeping in... but this fear is not yet nearly as great as the relief of realizing that my days of being confined to this sad little office for four days a week are numbered.
Debt is a reality and a very real burden, not one that should be taken lightly, but when trying to escape debt prevents me from seeing, understanding, and experiencing the beauty of this vast world it is definitely time to take a priority check.
I never want paying off my debt to be my only priority. It will be a priority until I have paid it off... but it is not and should never be my only priority.
