Well. When I think back on my life, I realize I’ve had many restarts. At least three. I can tell because it usually involved some major life change as a result.
About two years ago, I had another restart. It involved letting go of my old business because it wasn’t satisfying me and as a result, I’d started to let it die. It also involved setting a new route for myself: cutting back on a lot of things, getting a new job, and making (and sticking to) a new plan.
For the past two years, I figured things had been going well. I’d saved a small cushion and planned to invest it in the next phase of my life. Unfortunately, life had other plans for it.
People. Always mark 0 exemptions on your taxes. No, really. Even if you can legitimately claim an exemption, or several, just don’t do it. Do. Not. Do. It.
Although I could legitimately claim a single exemption on my taxes, it came back to bite me on the ass because my income skyrocketed from one year to the next and, apparently, Uncle Sam wants his fair share, which my employer didn’t withhold. And Uncle Sam, by the way, believes my entire cushion, plus some, is his fair share.
So, here I sit starting back from zero. Not even zero. Negative. I’m starting from negative numbers. Yep, some of the shit life throws at you can make you want to punch life in the throat. But the only thing you can do is, do.