And, with that mentality and stubbornness, I added on another 50,000 worth of debt.
This isn’t a woe-is-me post. I’m just telling you like it is.
But, with the debt I incurred (and still deep in), I gained a wealth of knowledge, two masters, and connections that I would’ve never made otherwise. That large investment opened many doors. One day, I do hope to pay that off.
As a broke artist, I stress out a lot about money on the regular. This entire year (prior to the divorce), I’ve been hanging on by a thread. Paying my major bills like my car and insurance and rent. Sometimes food. But I live a life that most of you don’t care to ask or just don’t know about.
I don’t get paid for 90% of my work.
The photos you see are products of bartering or friends just loaning me their time.
The clothes I wear are sent by companies who don’t even pay for blog posts half the time.
I blog for free.
My social media is free.
I have an agent, but I’m still on government assistance.
Bill collectors call my phone daily.
I’m just getting by and actually had to ask for charity a few times. (And no, I don’t have mommy and daddy or grandparents to back me up).
I’m not the only one. There are many of us out there who are just trying to make it. Trying to stay afloat. Putting $20 here and there on a $1000 medical bill.
But, I’m so close to the finish line that I couldn’t possibly quit now. No matter how many companies ask for their money back, I have this unwavering hope that one day I’ll get paid for my shoots and paid for my work. That one day all the struggles and failures and energy will just work in my favor.