Ugh...debt. It's the pink elephant sitting in the middle of my room. I know it's there. I know it has to be dealt with. But I have yet to be willing to take the pain and sacrifice necessary to move forward. Then I went to my great Aunt Cappie's funeral today.
There is really no direct correlation between her death and my debt, other than the fact that life is short. Life is shorter for some than others. These may be the lean years when you have small children, but aren't they also supposed to be the best years? Whenever I've talked with people who now have adult children, they undoubtedly will remind me how fast time flies. That it was just yesterday their so-and-so was a baby. I don't want those wonder years to be stolen by the stress of debt. Imagine if you will the cartoon image of the baby grand piano ten stories above and the rope holding the piano is quickly unraveling. I am a master of denial. I've always jokingly said we don't have to pay off our debt if Jesus comes back first. And he may...but as said in Oh Brother, Where art thou, "That may be true, but the state of Mississippi is a little more hard nosed."
But you get tired of it. And you want to free yourself from the shackles of debt. So, to help me to walk the line, I'll chronicle my efforts at eliminating our debt.
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