The air on the farm was thick and heavy. So was the feeling in my gut. I stood there, dust kicking up around my worn-out shoes, and felt like a total schmuck. Why? Because I wasn’t there to enjoy theâŠ
The air on the farm is thick and quiet. Itâs not the peaceful kind of quiet. Itâs the loud kind of quiet that lets you hear all your own bad thoughts. Iâm here because my wife, who is much smarterâŠ
When I was out on a hike near a small river three days ago, I almost took a fall that could have broken my leg. The water was already rising from a whole day of rain, turning the river brownâŠ
Iâve been living a story that feels like a page ripped out of a novelâone thatâs raw, painful, and yet full of hope. Every morning I wake up to the reality that my bank account is a blank sheet: zeroâŠ
This is not a âcute budgeting tipsâ post If youâve got $5,000 sitting in savings, youâre not in survival mode. Iâm talking about being flat broke. No backup plan. Rent due. Stomach tight with anxiety. When youâre here, you donâtâŠ
Letâs get one thing straight Iâm broke. Not âtight budgetâ broke. I mean bank account = zero. But Iâm not quitting. Instead, Iâm using a system I built for myself out of desperation â something that keeps me alive now,âŠ