Ahh, that old chestnut. I am the very definition of penny wise, pound foolish. For the most part. Okay, maybe “the very definition” is a bit of an exaggeration. Let’s just say that I am capable of being frugal, and am inclined to be so, with a few exceptions.
One of the “exceptions” is something of a Death Star planet killer. Or plan killer, as the case may be.
It just couldn’t be easy, could it?
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Here’s the thing: there is nothing I can say on this blog about money, finances, financial independence, or retiring early that hasn’t already been said. I’m not a financial expert (I know just enough to be dangerous), and my track record shows I’m actually pretty terrible at managing my money no matter how I try to convince myself otherwise.
And still, I decided to create this blog. Why? Why? WHY???
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Okay, it isn’t really diabolical, but it is probably the closest I’ll ever come to anything even nearly diabolical, so please let me have this.
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Ms. Fibidie takes no delight in her current situation.
And that’s about enough of referring to myself in 3rd person.
I take no delight in my current situation. I DO take delight in having a problem to solve. If I was a cynical person I might even suspect I got myself into this pickle because I needed a good problem to solve. It’s just so damned juicy and irresistible. Still, there are easier ways to test one’s mettle than by completely fucking up one’s prospects for the future.
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I am a 47 year-old woman who has saved $60,000. That is nothing to sneeze at given the savings rate of the average American, but deep down inside I am ashamed. Given a 20-year career in technology and a well above-average salary, $60,000 isn’t much to show for all of my hard work. I don’t even own a home. On top of that, I have about $60k in debt.
And so I ask, in more ways than one, where do I even start?
You could say I’m a late bloomer and you’d be right. “Dumbass” might be a bit more appropriate though given all the cash I’ve squandered over the years. That’s fair. I’ll own it.
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