I don’t know where I’m going but I sure know where I’ve been.
Wait wait wait. Have I had the lyrics wrong my whole life? The version I’m listening to as I type says “Going down the only road I’ve ever known. Like a HOBO I was born to walk alone.” What? I have never sung a song about hobos before. It was always a drifter, right? Right?!
I looked it up. “In an interview, Coverdale explained that “hobo” was changed to “drifter” in the re-recorded version to ensure that it would not be misheard as “homo.” Huh. Who knew.
What better way to kick off a brand new blog than a ridiculous tangent about Whitesnake? That’s what I always say. That won’t be the last tangent this blog will see.
But all that to say, I’m back to blogging. Same topic, fresh start.
I started blogging about personal finance in college at the ripe age of 20. I figured I would write about my experience of learning how to manage money, pay off student loans, and maybe even dip my toes into how investing works. Writing would hold me accountable and I would come out the other side debt free and as a total financial guru that has inspired millions! Or something like that.
But none of that happened. Life only got messier as I graduated college and while I did collect financial knowledge and an understanding of how compound interest worked (not from personal experience), my habits didn’t change a lick.
So here I am at 28 with the same ridiculous amount of debt and terrible money management that couldn’t turn this situation around if I paid it (but I can’t because, ya know, the debt thing).
I don’t think blogging will change anything, I have to do the changing myself. Ugh, how annoying. However, I do appreciate having a place to vent about the nitty gritty deets of navigating this financial mess. And despite a career in marketing and communications, I miss writing for myself.
I have no grand plans of making this blog elaborate or even all that pretty. It’s just important that I stick with it and hold myself accountable. I’ll be transparent (except the little detail of my identity), sometimes funny (at least to myself), and maybe even educational (hopefully not just about obscure 80’s lyrics).
So without further adieu, take it home Whitesnake…
I’ve made up my mind. I ain’t wastin no more time. So here I go again on my own.