How $12,000 Bought a Better Life
People ask if I regret the $12,000 I spent propping up that system. I don’t.
It was tuition—the cost of learning that generosity without boundaries isn’t love.
It bought me clarity. It taught me to walk away from a table that wouldn’t feed my child—and build one that would.
In spring, my dad texted a photo of a yellow-pad budget: Trying this. Proud?
“Yes,” I wrote back. “Keep going.”
