As a kid from a middle class upbringing, I learned pretty quickly that I needed the right shoes-Reeboks, the right jeans-Guess Acid Wash, and the right church-the one’s where my friends went. Then my teen years hit and suddenly, all that conformity seemed really wrong. So I bucked that system-I got Birkenstocks and 2nd hand clothes. AND I started to believe that certain religions made people hypocrites. From then on, anything in my life that whiffed of hypocrisy was immediately bad. I had transformed into a monochrome, non-apologetic, authority-questioning rebel. And I was determined to find my own way-the right way!… Continue reading
Mr. Zero and I are in pursuit of financial independence. If you’ve read his posts, you know that we have a timeline, a very well-defined plan taking into account FIRE (Financial Independence and Retiring Early), college tuitions, healthcare costs, etc. It’s all right to assume that every time we move forward within the plan, we get pleasure meeting a goal.
I begin this self-analysis as Part 2 of my post about Dale Carnegie. His remarks on the human need for feeling valuable had caused me to look at everyone around me to see how they derived pleasure.… Continue reading
Recently, I realized that I suck as a saleswoman. No, I didn’t have a particular good or service to sell. What I wanted to do was persuade people to volunteer. My challenge was finding a way to sell them on the belief that volunteering is worthwhile and valuable. I needed to find some trick to get them to sign up and get involved. I gave up on hoping and waiting for people to come to me, and I stopped scouring the internet for advice.… Continue reading
When I only had 50 dollars to save at the end of the month, it seemed hardly worth saving. Someone, somewhere, had advised me to save it, but I thought they must be crazy to think that riches could come from saving 50 dollars every month. Those advice-givers certainly didn’t understand where I was coming from. I felt as if I was working hard and doing all the right things, and it would be nice to have a little reward to enjoy.
In the beginning, Mr. Zero and I rented a very modest little house.… Continue reading