I can’t believe this day is finally here – I’m feeling emotional just writing out this post.
You know how you’re supposed to get married and feel the *invincible* lovey-dovey power of the honeymoon phase? You know what I’m talking about…
*cue heavily-filtered, airy Instagram photos of couples on islands*
We all pictured ourselves being whisked away to Clark Kent’s Fortress of Solitude and carrying out the rest of our happily-married lives sleeping on that strangely comfortable looking aluminum foil bed.
But it wasn’t like that for me and Sam.
Sure, we were (and still are) happy, but it just felt like life robbed us of that *dreamy* feeling.
Things like unexpected hospital bills, chronic illness, chiropractic bills, and depression took its place instead.
We watched our friends go see Hamilton plays, travel the world, and have romantic dinners…. while I struggled to have a bite of a homemade dinner without my IBS flaring up.
My rockstar husband NEVER complained, but I felt like my lack of “feeling-up-to-doing-things” and the financial spot we were in was my fault. Every time we’d pay one thing off, another health problem came up. It didn’t seem like we could ever get to the big stuff (looking at you Great Lakes).
And finally, the thing I was preparing myself for happened…
I lost my job.
I’ll spare you the ugly details.
It was a blow to my ego.
And job hunting sucks. I searched high and low. Tried different gigs here and there. Nothing worked out long-term.
8 months later, Sam was not making enough to support the two of us, so with that, we had to do what every married couple not-so-secretly dreads having to do:
Move in with our parents.
Better than living in a cardboard box, tbh, but another not-fun decision.
For once, I wanted it to be me that’s vlogging in our private beach hut in Bora Bora “living our best lives”. Heck, I would’ve settled for an amusement park. I just wanted it to be “easy” for once, you know?
And just like that… Sam quit his job and we moved. I tried not to compare and just take each day as it came. We weren’t homeless, so I know we were more fortunate than many. Although, there were times we weren’t sure we’d be able to afford groceries in the coming months. Sam got rejection e-mail and rejection e-mail with no hope of future job prospects in sight.
It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to watch him go through as a wife. I’ve never seen him so down before. He’s the happy go lucky one.
Just when I felt like I didn’t know how we were going to make it, Sam got the call.
On October 24th, 2019, Sam and I screamed. We laughed. We cried. We celebrated with our friends. And we thanked GOD for answering our prayers.
Because only God could have placed Sam in the job he received because let me tell you… it was literally created for him and everything he has gone through personally and professionally has led him to this point.
God is freaky cool that way.
Once he got the job, we knew we were done living like this.
NEVER again did we want to HAVE to move because we couldn’t actually could not afford to pay rent.
We didn’t want to put bills we couldn’t pay on credit cards.
And we definitely didn’t want to be slaves to debt anymore.
Even though we didn’t think we were being “stupid” with money (neither of us have a shopping problem, we’re good savers, and we had previously been trying to pay debt off) we knew our efforts weren’t working.
My mom grew up taking a financial class called Financial Peace University.
She taught me the basics principles and she made me tithe and save my small allowance in high school. Thank God she did because I’m convinced that’s why we’re not in an even more stupid amount of debt. But God had put this course on Sam and I’s hearts since being together.
This event is just what sparked the fire to start.
So here we are 1 year later….
Choosing financial wellness.
Choosing to live joy-filled and *dreamy* even when it feels like we can’t catch a break.
Choosing to start.