I’m bad with my money

I am bad at personal finances.

It was two years ago in February, I was finalizing my divorce and trying to rebuild my life with my kid. Brick by brick, I was constructing new existence: find a new rental apartment, figure out school questions, buy furniture, focus on my career (how many times the diving into my career saved me!). Still, it was a time of uncertainty, and my sanity depended on how much order I was able to bring to my life.

With time things started to fall together: my new apartment started to look like a livable place, my kid got used to a new school routine and met new friends, my investment in work brought higher title and respective routine. And then it came: one day I woke up with a sick feeling, that I am bad at personal finances.

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