
For the majority of my 20’s I wandered from job to job spending time in other countries with internships or volunteer positions. As long as I had enough money for orange juice, cereal, and pasta I was happy. Then a few years ago I met a girl. Let me assure you she is in not a ‘high maintenance girl’ (whatever that means) nor did she demand I have a high paying job. In fact, we began dating when I was working part time as a delivery driver and part time as a security guard. Despite how caring and supportive she was, I could not shake the feeling I needed to be making more. In my own personal struggle to learn what it means to be a boyfriend and eventually a husband, my paycheck became a big issue...