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= There was a time when my debt felt like a rain cloud following me everywhere — no matter what […]

= I still remember the first time I tried to make a budget. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I

= I still remember the night I sat on my tiny apartment floor, clutching a crumpled receipt from a $45

= I still remember the night I sat at my tiny kitchen table, a crumpled napkin stained with coffee in

= I still remember the night I scribbled my very first budget on a crumpled napkin, stained with coffee rings

= There was a time when my “budget” was nothing more than a napkin with coffee stains and the words

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

= I still remember the first “budget planner” I ever made. It was nothing fancy—just a crumpled napkin with coffee

= I still remember the first time I tried using a budget planner app. It was on a gloomy Tuesday

= I still remember the night I scribbled my first “monthly budget planner” on the back of a takeout receipt.