Dismantle My Bed

So, my debt has been discussed again and again on here. It definitely exists. That’s not in debate. The question is, was it worth it? The things that I have done, the money I have spent in the pursuit of the kind of life that I want, instead of the life that I have, is it worth it now?

Is it worth working for the man at a job that I will hate until I leave? Is it worth the constant worry about money? Is it worth the disappointment that comes from financial failure? Is it worth the struggle?
 
There are days, a lot of them lately, when I would say no. There are days that are so difficult, getting out of bed feels like a struggle. But what were my other options? The other options to taking a risk in pursuit of your dreams is to not try at all or to wait for opportunity to come to you. Not trying at all is a surefire way to continue living a life you don’t want and opportunity never seeks you out. Trying is all that you can do.
 
Failure is crushing. It’s financially devastating. It creates fear. It hurts. But the only way to prevent failure is to fail to try. I have learned a lot from my failures. I know more about what I want, who I am, and what I can and can’t do… yet.
 
So was it worth the price? Is it worth the incredible effort we are putting forth now to pay off this debt and get our life back in order?
 
Today it feels worth it. It’s just money. It’s not the answer to life. That’s what I’m looking for every time I spend it.