That describes how my psychological state continues to be. Per usual, it’s not in more extreme manic ways. But it’s still enough to keep me off balance and unsure about whether or not I’ll ever turn things around.
More “per usual”: for awhile, I’ll tame my demons. Avoid making damaging financial mistakes. But then I’ll make more typical decisions that drag me back down. Overall, it hasn’t been bad for the last month. So at least there’s that. But unless I can stop the bad habits, it’ll only be a matter of time before new lows happen again.
In the meantime, my sports card collection has become a force. As a nest egg, as a much-needed enjoyable lifetime hobby, and as an outlet for funds that would likely be wasted otherwise. It’s come together exactly as I’d hoped so far, and it’s even appreciated some in value already (which I didn’t expect to happen so quickly).
That’s the good news. The bad news is that even if I do start buying/selling cards as a side business, most of the current collection won’t be for sale. So it also restrains my financial freedom going forward.
Which is especially important since I’m still not sure if I’ll get a new 9 to 5 (or count on the remainder of my inheritance to fund the ventures that I mentioned in prior entries). Or even if many of those will be possible, now that my target city may never be the same.
But the thing is: even though it may not be possible to make it there anymore, there isn’t much downside to finding out at the moment. Even without much of a parachute. Because at this point in our COVID society, how likely is it to find the type of white collar job that I’d need anytime soon? My lease extension runs out in two months, and there won’t be many options yet by then.
Sooo that likely means that late this summer, I’ll just pack up and head….oops, almost said the direction. Even though at this point, there’s more reason to doubt if it can work out. But I may has well find out.
Because it feels like there’s not much to lose anymore.
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