We're doing fine. I keep meaning to write an update, but I never seem to have the time. Things have been pretty crazy and overwhelming and exhilarating and scary and fun.
March was rough in places, but we wrangled ourselves back together and fought for good things.
December—the end of the year, encroaching darkness. Adam and I worked a lot and nestled when we could.
This month was one of those mentally draining, down-in-the-dumps months. It was full of impulse purchases and lack of any motivation whatsoever to try to cut back or be frugal.
Last month was a blur—this month will be, too. Cleaning out my desk and packing up my things last week, I stumbled upon some artifacts excavated from various workday notebooks from the past two years.
In February, Adam and I saved $900 for a total savings of $3,500.
I stopped by the King of Pops stand on the corner of North Avenue and North Highland Avenue in Atlanta, Ga. one weekend to talk with entrepreneur and popsicle-slinger Steven Carse about how he began his now-thriving business.
Adam and I hit the ground running in January, meeting the promise of the New Year with renewed grit and determination. We are back on track.
November was kind of a failure. Nevertheless, I feel like I’m starting to swim into a current instead of aimlessly treading water and it feels really good.