I want to share my story and lessons learned because I’m at a point in my life where I’d like to “pay it forward”.
The financial industry is rarely focused on women – my intention is to offer a supportive community and a female perspective. Last surveyed, 35-40% of the readers of my blog are men.
One night, while working the graveyard shift at a donut shop and pouring coffee for a homeless woman, I realized that I was one paycheck away from being homeless myself. Motivated by fear of an uncertain future, I opened the Yellow Pages, called professional dog trainers and negotiated an unpaid apprenticeship. He was a construction worker, earning just bucks an hour…) Anyway, by the time we had celebrated our second wedding anniversary, it was obvious that if our marriage was to survive, we needed to move away from his family.
Our family lives a typical middle-class lifestyle with one fantastic exception– we only work when we want to.
Financial freedom affords us the gift of free time.
When I was 13, they divorced, then my mom struggled to raise three kids, often relying on free lunch tickets and food stamps.
As my mother approach retirement age, she was riddled with anxiety over the fact that she hadn’t saved for her golden years.
Would it surprise you to learn that my husband and I rent instead of own our home, share a car, and don’t subscribe to cable TV?