What I learned at 21 vs. 41 At 21 years old I lived in a little apartment in Huntington Harbor. I had me myself and I to think of. That’s it. Not because there was no one else to consider, but the fact that I was only 21 played a huge role in the fact that I only really thought of myself. I only did for myself, I only took care of myself, and I only needed for myself. At 21 I worked as a waitress in a little diner where I made minimum wages plus tips. My rent was $600.00 my total bills were a little over $200.00 dollars and the rest was gravy. My car was paid for (thanks dad) my insurance was paid for every month by my father and any other major hiccups would always be handled and taken care of by my […]
Life is a journey, and I have been on one hell of a ride. From the ups and the downs, the twists and turns to heartache and love. Everything happens for a reason and I am here to write it all out.