I was sitting at my kitchen table with bills scattered everywhere. My credit card debt was $18,000. My savings account had $247. And my job—the one I thought was “safe”—had just cut my hours due to the pandemic.
I remember feeling this crushing weight in my chest. I was 34 years old, educated, hardworking, and I was still living paycheck to paycheck. I had the college degree they told me would guarantee success. I followed all the “rules.” So why was I drowning?
My 7-year-old daughter asked me that morning if we could go to the movies. I had to tell her no. Not because we couldn’t afford it—we could barely afford groceries. That moment broke something in me. Not in a bad way. But in a way that forced me to wake up.
I realized that day: the system wasn’t designed for people like me. I had to design my own way.
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Growing up, nobody taught me about money. My parents did their best, but financial literacy wasn’t part of our education. I learned that money was something you earned from a job, and if you didn’t have enough, well… that was just your luck.
So for 15 years, I worked jobs that paid me hourly wages. I got raises. I moved up. But I never actually earned more money—I just worked longer hours for slightly better pay.
These beliefs cost me nearly two decades of potential financial growth.
That Tuesday when I hit bottom, I did something desperate: I started watching YouTube videos about making money online.
Most of it was garbage. Fake gurus promising overnight riches. But then I found a few real people sharing real strategies.
They weren’t millionaires in 30 days. They were ordinary people who had figured out ways to earn extra income while keeping their day jobs.
I decided to try freelance writing on the side. I had zero experience, no portfolio, and no connections.
But I had something more important: I had nothing to lose.
My first gig paid me $50. I did it badly. But I learned.
My second gig paid me $75. Better, but still rough.
By month three, I was making $500/month on the side.
By month six, I had $3,000 in the bank for the first time in my adult life.
By the end of year one, I was making an extra $4,200/month from freelance writing—more than my original hourly job paid.