Hi, I’m Miss Kim
How is it that I am 54 years old and still feel like I haven’t figured my life out? Who am I? I’m a mom. A wife. A grandma. A daughter. A sister. A woman still becoming. I’ve worked more jobs than I can count — waitressing, short-order cook, daycare advocate, even a loan processor at a credit union. I earned a bachelor’s degree in education, but the only thing I seem to have to show for it is $100,000 in student loan debt. Over the last thirty years, I’ve bought one house and three mobile homes. All but one have been foreclosed on. Not because I didn’t care. Not because I didn’t try. But because sometimes staying afloat feels like trying to breathe thru all the chaos. I have debt. Plain and simple. Credit cards I couldn’t keep up with. Cars that were repossessed. Hospital bills. That gigantic student loan. You name it — I’ve probably had a bill for it. But… Bill Collectors Don’t Call on Sunday. On Sundays, there’s quiet. There’s grace. There’s a pause from the noise and the numbers and the what-ifs. On Sundays, I remember that I am more than a credit score. More than a balance due. More than the mistakes I’ve made or the breaks I didn’t catch. My husband created this space for me because he knows I love to write. I love to tell stories. And I’ve lived a full life— full of ups and downs, tight budgets, hard lessons, laughter around secondhand tables, and learning how to live on a little while making it feel like enough. I may not have it all figured out. But I’m still here. Still fighting. Still loving my family. Still believing there’s beauty in the middle of all the mess.