Things are not even in most respects, and I get that.
We are writers in our late twenties, we have control issues, and money is our psychological pawn.
I’ve been fortunate enough to spend the majority of my twenties traveling across five continents and temporarily living in some of the most exciting cities on earth: London, Los Angeles, and New York City—with long stints in Paraguay and Belize. I’ve been able to afford this, not because of a trust fund, but because I rarely have to pay rent.
Journalist and cartoonist Susie Cagle writes and draws on Medium (excellently, and for free (this time)) about "freelance labor, journalism, and survival." It is a familiar story but chilling nevertheless. As she said on Twitter, "I wrote & drew this about freelancing to let you know I'm looking for work, not to make you feel depressed."
Getting paid for an outstanding invoice can be one of the most difficult things in the life of a freelancer.
I learned how to budget in the second grade, and my first budgeting lessons came from my parents and a set of mason jars: 10 percent for savings, 10 percent for God, the rest for fun. Put it in the jar, give it to the church and the rest to Delia*s.