For most of my life, I’ve made decisions under the premise that they were not irrevocable. “If this doesn’t work, I can just change it.”
At some point, that argument starts failing. At what point is it no longer possible, whether financially or emotionally, to look forward to the option to change one’s mind?
I don’t want to be there. I won’t be there. I’d rather suffer financially than reach the conclusion that my choices are gone.
The difference, today, is that I no longer have a source of income to help me recover fromy mistakes. Choices can shrink with financial dips.
