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= I still remember the night I tried to write my very first budget. I grabbed a crumpled napkin, stained […]

= I still remember the night I sat at my tiny kitchen table, a half-empty cup of lukewarm coffee beside

= I still remember the exact moment when my bank account hit $3.27, and I had no clue how I’d

= I still remember the night I sat on my tiny apartment floor, surrounded by a mountain of crumpled receipts

= I still remember the night I sat on my tiny apartment floor, surrounded by crumpled receipts and a half-empty

= Let me take you back to a night a few years ago when I sat at my tiny kitchen

= I still remember the night I stared at my bank app, heart sinking as I realized I had less

= I still remember the night I sat on my tiny apartment floor, staring at a crumpled receipt that showed

= I still remember the night I stared at my bank account, the balance blinking back at me like a