My girl is watching clips in bed behind me. I suppose that today's day features such advancement in technology that one cannot help but find themselves in the thrall of the smartphone. I'm hardly one to talk. I'm puzzling my turn for far too long in a trading card game right now.
I cannot decide how anyone other than myself handles things. In fact, I enjoy the idea I merely suggest. Moreover, I don't spend my time so well I could teach a course on it, build an audience. And as the saying goes, time is money, I don't spend my money very well either.
I am paying about 25 cents on every dollar of debt I have per year. My credit card's APY is 25%. Wild that my last memory of the average yearly returns from investment in the S&P 500 is only 12%. I write far too much about how the returns in crypto are good. I don't spend enough investing in collecting those returns or promoting those networks.
I ran some numbers. Some of them, you wouldn't say are a pretty sight. The exercise gives me hope for when I finally reach a clean slate.
At the beginning of the year, I had a balance of about $2,100 dollars. With today's contribution, it's now just under $1,400. The sacrifice to some creditor, who find themselves on the other side of bankruptcy, feels funny.
I'm happy to get rid of these obligations, but I see now the importance of avoiding it altogether. I certainly have plenty I rather do.
I want to push the 'can-do' attitude but I find myself stretched thin working on this one passion project of mine. I market. I report. I engage my own content. I speak to myself and record it to share the soundbites.
I am ready to put some money from debt to delegation and get some help.
Picture this:
Hosting a landing page for all my work is 10 a month, 120 a year. The real thing I want to recruit for is this MVP for my memecoin. I have this idea and building it myself is beautiful. Before I can do that, I might want a consistent streak of blog posts, social media updates.
