I spent years being the one everybody counts on.

I was good at it. Great job, great numbers, everyone's emergency contact. What I wasn't good at was taking care of myself. I made everyone else the priority over me — for so long that I couldn't tell you the last thing I'd done purely because I wanted to.

Then I lost both of my jobs within seven months.

Before that I'd already dug myself out of $74,000 of debt in three years — no raise, no windfall, no finance degree. Somewhere in there I also got obsessive about sleep, tracked 1,200 nights, and finally stopped waking up at 3 AM.

Now I travel as much as I can, mostly alone, and I write down exactly how I did each thing so somebody else doesn't have to figure it out from scratch. I'm not a guru and I'm nowhere near finished — I'm just a bit further down the road on a few specific things, and I'll tell you the truth about all of them.