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New Debt Reduction Analogy: It’s Like Getting Control of a Flea Infestation

This is one of our flea traps – with over 40 caught. (Ugh!)

  • DH = Dear Husband
  • DD3 = Dear 3rd Daughter

Our dearest Rocky died at the beginning of November. When we went in October to get him treated for fleas, some blood work was done, and it indicated he was having trouble with his kidneys. After another few weeks, he stopped eating and drinking. More tests confirmed kidney failure as well as cancer. DH, our two youngest daughters and I were all with him at the end. Heart-break – which was of course followed by more heart-break. It was so strange that he and my mom left this world within two weeks of each other. They had a very special bond.

Fleas

The flea treatment Rocky received was very effective. The medication was applied to his skin – between his shoulder blades – and (I think I’ve got this right) it made his blood lethal to the fleas that bit him. So they didn’t. He was comfortable within a day or two.

If Rocky had lived, all fleas that were trying to survive apart from him would soon have been done in. Even strands of fur from a dog treated with this medicine carry enough poison to defeat any flea in their paths. As it was, the fleas had no such weapon to confront, and so they were free to fight for survival.

“Our vet told us that fleas die off in 3 or 4 days without a host,” my cousin’s wife said to me. We found out that that was not strictly true. I learned more about fleas than I ever wanted to in what was essentially a forced crash course on the topic. Here are some basics:

  • There are 4 stages to a fleas life – egg, larva, pupa (when they’re in a cocoon), adult.
  • Adult fleas can survive on human blood, but the eggs they produce while ingesting human blood don’t always do well.
  • The pupa stage can last for as long as half a year.

Our flea story

Itchy ankles

Within a few days of Rocky’s passing, DD3 was getting itchy ankles. It didn’t take long to identify the cause: fleas. We assumed the biting would soon stop – since there was no longer a canine host for them. But it didn’t stop. We tried denial for a few more days, but DD3, besides dealing with grief at the loss of her dog, was getting tormented by persistent bites. And my ankles were itchy too …

Salt & baking soda (and washing, storing, vacuuming)

Our crash course began, and we learned that a combination of salt a baking soda would kill fleas. “Sprinkle it on all carpeted areas, as well as fabric-covered furnitur, mattresses, and box springs.” We used 9 kg (20 pounds) of salt and the same amount of baking soda to cover

  • all of our upstairs carpeting (stairs, hallway, 4 bedrooms)
  • 4 bed mattresses and box springs
  • a fabric couch

Besides throwing out all of Rocky’s bedding, we threw out the old fabric couch and chair he had always sat on. We slept on sleeping bags on top of our salt-and-baking-soda-covered mattresses. Every sheet and pillow case, every item of DD3’s clothing went through our washing machine. We stored pillows, comforters, and blankets in garbage bags in the shed for two weeks. (Fleas can’t survive freezing temperatures.) We moved as much furniture as we could off of the carpets and into two bathrooms to keep things clear for the vacuum cleaner. (Picture bumping into cluttered storage in the bathrooms at night …) We let the salt and baking soda do its work for a week, and then it was time to vacuum. Everything. Daily vacuuming was then necessary.

Flea traps

At first we bought 2 flea traps and rotated them around different rooms in the house to find out where the worst-hit areas were. After we’d vacuumed up all of the salt and baking soda, we wanted to be able to tell if we’d solved the problem once and for all, so we bought 2 more traps. The first 2 were so littered with fleas, we could no longer tell if new ones were being caught. 3 fleas in one new trap. 5 in another. For several days now, there have been no additions. The whole ordeal took a full month.

So how is a flea infestation like debt reduction?

  • At first we didn’t even know we had a problem with fleas. And then when it became clear that something had to be done, we tried denial – which didn’t work. DH and I had “normal” debt levels for a long time, and we didn’t know that was a problem. When our income plunged due to job loss, the vulnerability of our finances became very clear – but we continued to live in denial of it.
  • DD3’s misery, combined with my itchy ankles, became a call to action. We were jolted out of denial. High levels of financial stress likewise served as a wake-up call for us. We took our heads out of the sand and faced our financial situation head-on.
  • “Experts” said the fleas would die within  days without a host. But that wasn’t true. We had to research, learn, sift through accurate and inaccurate information, judge which strategies would be best to solve our problem. “Experts” also have a lot to say about personal finances, and it can be very confusing. We had to research, learn, sift, and judge to set ourselves on a path to financial health. (We chose to follow the strategies outlined in Dave Ramsey’s The Total Money Makeover.)
  • It took a lot of focus, commitment, and work to follow through on our chosen flea-destroying strategies. And at times, it felt like drudgery without result. The fleas were persistent! In the same way, we have had to maintain our commitment to debt reduction for the long haul – even through times when it has felt like a hopeless effort.
  • We beat the fleas. We are also beating debt. In the 5½ years since we started our journey out of debt, from our original $257,000 total, we’ve paid off almost $200,000.
  • Fleas need a host. When Rocky was no longer there to bite, they tried us. The fleas loved DD3; they liked me; but they didn’t touch DH. Go figure! Debt needs a host too. DH and I had to change so that we no longer had the composition of debt hosts.

Have you ever had to deal with fleas? Have you even noticed that bugs seem like biting some people more than others? Are you a debt host? Your comments are welcome.


 

 

Reflections on My Mother’s Passing

My mom passed away. When I last posted, just over a month ago, she had been admitted to the hospital after a series of strokes. In hindsight, her final illness was not a long one – two and a half weeks. But while it was unfolding, we were all over the map in terms of prognosis and hope. Even in the final week, I remember being convinced that she was turning around for the better. In the last days, however, it was so clear that no improvement was going to happen, and our best hope was for a peaceful end.

Much to be grateful for

Although it was a time of huge loss and exhausting intensity, I am struck by how much beauty there was in it, and by how much I have to be grateful for.

Most obviously, I’m grateful that Mom lived a long life. She died on her 93rd birthday. And she lived well until the end. Her wonderful trip to Italy in September now takes on iconic proportions.

Mom was at peace with death. When I told her, after the first of her strokes, how sad my eldest was about it, she said, “Tell her I’ve lived a long life. I’ve been very lucky, very blessed. If this is an introduction to death, it’s nothing to be sad about.”

Mom had loved ones by her side through her time in the hospital. My sister who lives out west flew to Ottawa as soon as Mom was hospitalized, and we were all able to maintain a fairly constant vigil. Mom’s fourteen grand-children and two great-grandchildren had a chance to visit – most in person, two via phone. At the very end, she was surrounded by all five of her children as well as one grandchild.

I was treated with great compassion at work. “Do what you need to do. Take the time you need,” the school’s leadership team told me again and again. One day when a colleague asked me how I was doing, I said it was tough and then dryly told her that I was blowing it as Prudence Debtfree. I had no time to grocery shop or cook, and I was eating all of  my meals at the Tim Horton’s in the hospital. Two days later, there were 3 Tim Horton’s gift cards in my mailbox totaling $250. I was moved to tears! I will love my colleagues forever for that kind, kind gesture!

Friends have rallied around with meals, treats, visits, cards, and messages of support. And I was touched by the number of friends who showed up at Mom’s service.

Her memorial service was wonderful. Mom was always very engaged in her community, and although she was predeceased by so many people in her life, the church was packed. It was really uplifting to hug and shake hands with person after person after person who loved her.

I want to be more like my mom

Mom had an enormous capacity for contentment and joy. I remember feeling sad for her when she had to leave her condo in the spring of this year and move into a retirement residence. She had valued her independence, but once the move was made, she was entirely happy in her new home. Her months there were good months.

And in the hospital, that same default to contentment and joy stayed with her. It was a staggering blessing. As the most basic abilities left her, even when she couldn’t speak her love, she lavished it upon us. I will cherish memories of her fixing her eyes on a particular grandchild, and then watching that grandchild light up in the glow of her smile. What a gift!

Love and joy. The first fruits of the Spirit. They were the wellspring of Mom’s abundant life. If you can take 7 minutes to listen to this reflection that she gave in church at the age of 90, “From Loneliness to Abundance”, you’ll get an idea of what it is we have lost – and what it is we’ve been given.


Image courtesy of Max Pixel

 

October 2017 Report: “Gazelle Intensity” Wanes When Life Goes off Kilter

  • DH = Dear Husband
  • DD3 = Dear third daughter

October progress: slow

We started our journey out of all debt in June of 2012, and at this point, over 5 years in, we can see the finish line.

  • $21,000 in consumer debt – GONE
  • $81,000 in business debt – GONE
  • $155,000 in mortgage debt – down by $89,000
  • Our grand total of $257,000 in debt has come down to a $66,000 mortgage

In October, we weren’t able to pay as much off of the mortgage as we had hoped to. After a low September payment, it was discouraging – especially since we anticipate a low November payment too.

Gazelle intensity* wanes

One reason I’m not really worried about our current  spate of lower payments is that we have had great long-term progress, and it absorbs this slow-down blip easily. Another reason is that I’m preoccupied by other things. I don’t know about you, but when there are significant worries in other areas of life, that gazelle intense focus on finances wanes. Don’t get me wrong. I’m convinced that healthy finances are part of a strong foundation for all areas of life. They are very important. It’s just I don’t always have the bandwidth to keep our finances a point of focus. Like now.

My mom’s health

Of greatest concern is my mom’s health. Her blood pressure has gone out of whack again, and besides a trip to the hospital by ambulance, it has meant a battery of medical tests; multiple visits to various doctors; frequent visits from her children; and a constant stream of emails among us, about updates, to-do lists, and decisions to be made.

My mother is 92-years-old and very fortunate to have lived such a good and long life. She won’t live forever, and she accepts that fact with perfect peace. But uncertain health is no picnic at any age. It’s been a roller coaster of crisis, hope, and emotion. Thank God she did her trip to Italy in September. It wouldn’t have turned out well if she’d gone in October.

DH’s business

DH operates a home business, and there are always ups and downs with it – resulting in variable income, and variable debt-repayment. DH’s business is currently undergoing a stress test. We’re all feeling it. I can’t say much more than that.

My book

I’ve recently put a lot of work into a marketing initiative for my children’s book. I’m at the wait-and-see point now. When you take on something like this, you have to be ready for the possibility that it goes nowhere. And it’s not easy. “Going nowhere” would be a real disappointment for me.

If I look at it  philosophically, I wrote Ella Builds A Wall for DD3, and not for anyone else. Still, I have boxes of the book in my room, and it would be really nice if they sold. If they don’t, I’ll figure out something. Again, not the end of the world. Just a raw, anxious thing.

Our dog

Poor Rocky has had fleas and an ear infection. And blood-work indicates that there’s more on the horizon. In the name of frugality, we have chosen a veterinary clinic that is a significant distance from our home – because its services are reasonably priced. Trips back and forth to the vet are no small deal, and the looming question mark of expenses, even for relatively inexpensive veterinary care, add an element of dread to our concern for Rocky’s health and the complicated logistics involved in getting him seen, assessed, and treated.

To anyone committed to debt-elimination, I would strongly advise not to get a pet. There are too many unpredictable expenses involved. But we bought Rocky years before we started our journey out of debt, and he’s a beloved member of the family. Rocky is 11 years old. It is very, very tough to navigate the maze of decisions coming our way as he ages.

No discretionary log for this month please

I’ve been providing a log of my discretionary expenditures over the last couple of months in an effort to get my discretionary account out of the red. I’m going to excuse myself from having to provide such a log this month. Whenever things are out of balance in my life, I spend more – especially on food. I’ll tell you this much: it happened again.

Sorry for the less-than-perky tone of this post! I try to keep it real, and this is where we’re at.


Do you find that your financial focus blurs when life goes off kilter? Your comments are welcome.


*(“Gazelle intensity” is a term used by Dave Ramsey, whose steps towards debt-freedom we  follow.)

Image courtesy of Pixabay.

Mia Madre in Italia!

My mom has taken her trip to Italy! At 92 years of age, it was no small feat. My sister and her husband left with her mid-September for 4 days in Rome and 10 days on a cruise ship with stops at other cities. My sister sent photos and a brief account of what had happened each day. Here is my mom’s Italian adventure.  

Day #1

We’re off!

Day #2

We made it! Tired and buzzy today but curious about our surroundings. Mom and the pasta maker had a cute little thing going on and we all got right into the gelato after navigating with the walker through the cobblestone streets.

Day #3

A big day of touring: a walk to Trevi fountain, a bus ride to the Colliseum (mom, wake up!), Vatican City, the Pantheon. She’s doing great! She even went to the top of the double-decker bus! We could see horror and fear in the eyes of all who witnessed her climb and descent!

Day #4

Today was a big day with our guided tour of the Vatican, Sistine Chapel, St. Peter’s. The wheelchair was a blessing. It’s a huge area!

Day #5

This morning we found a great way to show mom the beautiful Borghese Park. It was nice to be in a green space away from the intensity of the city streets.

Day #6

Big transition day today. From Rome to the train to the shuttle bus to the second shuttle bus to the cruise ship. She made it, climbed the gang plank, got the welcome champagne and was overjoyed to get settled out on our cabin deck with her book! I don’t know if she’ll want to move from that spot for the next 10 days! There are definitely worse places to watch the world go by.

    

Day #7

We cruised through the night to Sorrento, Italy and woke to beautiful views! Mom enjoyed a day of reading, studying up on Italy and resting her weary body. Getting off the boat today to explore involved lots of stairs and uneven terrain. Mark and I went out to hunt and gather photos of Sorrento, Pompeii and Mt. Vesuvius and brought them back for her to enjoy. I was sorry she couldn’t go as she’s quite fascinated by Pompeii. It just wasn’t doable. She’s fine with it all. Especially after being so physically active yesterday.

Day #8

Beautiful Amalfi. Witness mom; she came, she saw, she conquered, she chilled. What a trooper! We got her to the cafe in front of the church and there she sat for 2 hours! Fabulous people watching.

   

Day #9

Good bye Amalfi, hello Sicily. Mom was out on the deck this morning as she learned that mainland  Italy was on the left and Sicily was on the right. “Now, is that Sicily?” “No Mom, remember, Sicily is on the right!” We passed through the tiny Strait of Messina and towns on both sides were very close.

Mom stayed on our cabin deck and read and rested this afternoon. It’s fun to come home and catch her reading out loud. She still does it with such energy and expression. I’m sure the people on the deck next door must be wondering who the heck she’s talking to! She’s devouring books. I’ve now coached her on how to read on my kindle as I have some good books there and she’s almost finished all of our collective paper page turning ones!

   

Day #10

We’ve left Italy behind for now and sailed through the night to Malta. (Major concern: will we still be able to find gelato?) The sea was very rocky and mom was heroic. Valletta, Malta is beautiful. We scored a wheelchair for the day. She had a whole crew of strong, handsome guys helping her on and off the boat. It’s always a team effort.

   

Day #11

Corfu, Greece today. We had a beautiful tour of the island and Mom made some new friends in our tour guide, Fofo, and this little 4-legged guy. We stopped for a magnificent mountain top view over the sea but Mom only had eyes for the tail-wagger at her feet. Greek buffet tonight. We’ve (Mark and I) reached the point on the cruise at which the sight of all the food no longer gives rise to excitement, but rather resentment. It’s an evil force that tempts, bloats and sickens if not carefully managed. Mom hasn’t reached that point. Meal times remain a highlight of the day, 3 times a day.

    

Day #12

Kotor, Montenegro is a beautiful medieval town. Mark and I went climbing the fortified walls this morning as mom read aloud. Later, we picked her up for a tour of the town. There were stray cats everywhere and we’ll have to search Mom thoroughly to be sure she hasn’t acted on her desire to bring one home.

   

Day #13

Dubrovnik, the“Jewel of the Adriatic”. The history and beautiful buildings were of low level interest for Mom. What really made her day were the critters you see below. She said, “I could just stay here and watch them all day“. She loved them. I didn’t realize how much she adores animals. This and the people watching fascinated her.

Day #14

This morning Mom was recognized for her talent as an oral reader and it was suggested that she remain in the employ of the cruise line as an entertainer…a daily “story time with Granny”. Yes, our cabin neighbours met us in the hallway today and told us how much they’d been enjoying the out- loud reading sessions they’ve been witnessing throughout the cruise. They had been making the assumption all this time that I, the devoted daughter, had been reading to my elderly mother, and were so impressed to learn that it was Jane herself who read with such pizzazz! In fact, Mom always sends us off to the gym or the pool deck so that she can have the cabin to herself. She was completely unaware that a crowd was gathering next door as word spread of her talent.

We approached Venice mid morning. Spectacular! This was the way to approach Venice…opera music playing, a commentary on the beautiful sites and an unparalleled visual feast. Mom was great as we wheeled and traversed bridges in the city today. She’s always game to give it a try, especially if there’s a reward at the end!

   

Day #15

Big transition day today as we enter the last phase of our trip. We left the cruise ship this morning. Many of the staff call Mom “Mommy” so there was lots of “Bye, Mommy. Have a safe trip. Come back soon, Okay Mommy?” Very sweet. We’re going out for a Tuscan dinner after which mom has an 8:30pm date with a guy who calls himself “The David”

    

The Last Gelato

It’s our last day in Italy. Mom slept soundly through the night and awoke determined to upstage David before leaving the continent. Her portrait will be transported to the Louvre following an unveiling in the Piazza this evening. The efforts involved were appropriately rewarded with one last giant gelato in front of the Duomo. As you can see, she’s immersing all of her senses wholeheartedly into the experience at hand.

   


I hope I’m able to do something like this when I’m 92! How about you? Your comments are welcome.


 

September 2017: PF Mistakes & The Battle vs. Shame/Judgment

  • DH = dear husband
  • DD2 = dear second daughter

Overall progress from June 2012 to September 2017

DH and I have been on a journey out of all debt since June of 2012. We started off with:

  • $21,000 in consumer debt
  • $81,000 in business debt
  • $155,000 in mortgage debt
  • A grand total debt of $257,000

Since that time, we have:

  • paid off all consumer debt
  • paid off all business debt
  • paid $87,000 off of our mortgage
  • Remaining debt – $68,000

Mistake = lower payment in September

For the first 3 years of our trek to debt-freedom, we kept our mortgage payments low and steady as we tackled our smaller debts first. Now that we have no other debt besides the mortgage, we put as much as we can against it each month. DH runs a home business, and so our monthly income varies. To accommodate this reality, our strategy in attacking the mortgage has been to give ourselves some flexibility.

The terms of our mortgage allow us to pay off extra each month to a maximum of doubling our regular payment. We can also make one lump sum payment off of the principal each year.

Every month, we try to double our mortgage payment – which for us means putting down $3,000. If we can’t manage a double payment, we put down as much extra as we can. That means that each month a few days before the payment is made, DH communicates to the bank how much our extra payment will be.

Only for September, he forgot about the long weekend. So he missed the deadline to make the extra payment. For the first time since June of 2015, when we became debt-free except for the mortgage, we paid our basic amount of $1,500.

But that’s OK …

I always like to see our debt numbers go down as much as possible each month, so while it was disappointing, DH’s mistake was OK on three different fronts:

  1. The closer we get to ZERO, the more confidence we have in our overall finances. The great thing about confidence is that it allows us to take mistakes in stride with a not-a-big-deal attitude …
  2. … because it’s not a big deal. We will be making a lump sum payment for the year in December, and any money we put aside in September that didn’t go towards that monthly payment will go towards the big payment …
  3. … only we didn’t end up having any extra for September because of over $1,500 worth of van repairs.

So it actually worked out very well.

My discretionary account: hard to release judgment

The other subplot developing in these monthly reports is about progress in my discretionary debt payoff. DH and I give ourselves a generous discretionary allowance each month, and he is way better at managing his than I am at managing mine. While he has saved and even invested from his, I have gone into debt with mine. Ugh!

Willpower hasn’t been the answer, so in the last couple of months, I’ve been trying what I call no-judgment-tracking of my discretionary spending. I just deleted the mark of C that I originally included in the subtitle for this section. I’m SO programmed to evaluate! Releasing judgment is not as easy as it sounds. My goal here is simply to track – NOT to evaluate or come up with better strategies or to seek advice. None of the above works. I know! (This is a very stubborn issue.) My hope is that a heightened awareness of my discretionary spending will lead to my successful management of it – in the black instead of the red.

No-judgment-tracking for September

First item of awareness: I really have a hard time keeping a steady log of my discretionary expenditures. It’s not from forgetting or not having time for it. It’s from shame. But what does shame come from? Judgment! I’ll do my best to stare down that shame – AND the judgment behind it – through October. For now, despite my digging around to fill in the blanks, I can only work with an incomplete record of my September spending.

Some day, I’ll be brave enough to include actual dollar amounts, but for now, here is where the money went:

  • pizza party at a mini high school reunion (We all chipped in.)
  • birthday celebration for DD2
  • birthday gift for DD2
  • tip for hairdresser
  • tip for restaurant server (The meal itself was covered by a gift card given to us.)
  • wedding shower expenses (3 aunts chipped in – and DH & I split my portion. Thank you Kalie and Kay. Your comments led to my discussion with DH about this!)
  • wedding shower gift (Some of us chipped in. DH and I split my portion.)
  • 2 breakfasts bought because I woke up too late to eat before work
  • 2 lunches bought because I woke up too late to prepare a lunch before work
  • took a friend out for dinner to celebrate her birthday
  • baby shower gift
  • charitable giving
  • airport parking
  • several (I’m going to guess 7 ) snacks

For extra detail, you might remember that we give ourselves our allowance when my first pay comes through each month. For October, that won’t be until the 13th, so I had to make sure my September money held out. It didn’t. But the good news is that I was owed some money for a boost that we gave ourselves in the summer (which allowed me to take a trip to Washington DC). So I was still able to move forward.

I put another $200 against my discretionary debt. After 2 months, from an original $1,669, it’s down to $1,286.

More on shame & judgment

You know, when I look at that list of expenditures from September, I find myself thinking there’s not much for me to be ashamed of. I have noticed before that there’s a shame spiral. You make a mistake (like wake up late), submit to the consequences (like pay for breakfast and lunch), go into some denial (don’t track that spending). And since you’re now functioning less mindfully, it’s easier to add to the denial (like buy snacks – and don’t track that spending either).  In its hidden state, all that you’re in denial about becomes more dreadful. It takes some bracing to shine a light on it … but when you do, it becomes smaller – less powerful.

I’m hoping to gain more confidence in my discretionary money management so that when I make mistakes, I can have the same not-a-big-deal attitude that we had with DH’s mortgage mistake. Shame and judgment won’t be part of that confidence building.


Do you find it difficult to track your spending? Do shame and denial play a role in that difficulty? Your comments are welcome.


Image courtesy of Pixabay

Letter To Student, Raised Below Poverty Line, at Threshold of Middle Class

FS = former student

I’m a high school teacher, and this past summer I was very honoured to be invited to the wedding of a former student (I’ll call her FS). Even in her rebellious teen years, FS knew how to work hard. A co-op student in the school library for 3 semesters, she always loved books. After graduating from high school, FS worked as a custodian for 3 years before finally chasing her dream and  enrolling in library studies at college.

While pursuing her diploma, FS has worked part-time at the library of a government department downtown, and she has a great chance of being hired there full-time once she graduates next spring from college. FS recently came into her old high school to give me an update on her life: Just before she graduates, she’ll have a baby!

FS grew up below the poverty line, and so did her husband. She has given me permission to write this post – which is a letter of financial advice to her. I write it with a great belief in and hope for her future.

Dear Former Student,

Thank you for indulging me and letting me write this letter of advice to you. You are at such a critical time of life – just starting your marriage, just about to start your career, just about to become a mom! The decisions you make now and the habits you form now will have powerful ripple effects into your future – for better or for worse. And I’m hoping better!

I don’t know if you’re aware of how amazing your accomplishments so far have been.

You grew up in challenging circumstances – with a single mom on disability, a distant dad, limited resources … You left home as a teen and made your living through part-time jobs as you finished high school. In your social life, you had more than enough drama, and you acted out plenty of rebellion – as many teens do without anything close to your excuse.

But hiccups and all, you kept moving forward. You worked for 3 years to save as much money as you could before going to college to pursue your dream career. You’re on your way to secure employment – with benefits, a good salary, and high job satisfaction at a place where people value your work ethic. And you met a young man – with a tender heart and a steady character and a great love for you – and you’re starting a family together.

Wow. Wow. And wow!

It will be challenging to start up your career and your family at the same time, but you’ve got a plan, and since you’re someone who stubbornly makes things happen, I believe it will all work out. You’ll have the full-time job. Your husband will be the main care-giver and work part-time on weekends. You’ve already got your breast-milk pump. All set.

You are on your way to the middle class. Welcome. And beware.

First of all, I say “beware” because old patterns die hard. Growing up, you and your husband both had to deal with hardships that were beyond your control. Your troubles were not of your making, but they were your reality. It can be very hard to release an expectation of adversity. It can be very strange to embrace hope. So watch out for old patterns of thought and reaction and habit that you might not even be conscious of. The ones that will try to keep you rooted in struggle. The ones that will work to sabotage your forward progress. Be on the alert for them, and be ready to challenge them and face them down.

And then there are the people in your life who won’t be comfortable with the changes they will see in you. They are used to you being a struggler against the odds who is ultimately stuck. But that’s not who you are. You are a struggler against the odds who is moving in a radically new direction. People don’t like “new”, so be prepared for the efforts of some of your friends to pull you back to the place where they first knew you – where they’re comfortable with you being. Your “new” will be an insecurity for them. A threat. And some might feel entitled to your financial support. Be prepared to assert boundaries.

“the middle class is filled with people who blow their privilege”

Another reason I say “beware” is that the middle class is filled with people who blow their privilege by maxing out through debt. I should know. The marketing machine of Buy-now-pay-later! because You-deserve-it! and Owning-this-will-make-you-a-winner! is extremely powerful.. Very smart people do very dumb things with their money all of the time.

Right now, you say you are living like your mother because she is the “best teacher for how to use the least money to provide the most comfort and stability.” Keep following her example for as long as possible – even when you’ve got that great full-time job. In partnership with your husband, get a solid grip on your numbers. What is your take-home pay? What are your expenses? Create a plan to build your wealth through savings – right from the get-go. If you can only save 3% of your take-home pay, great! If you can save 10%, better! If you can save 30% or even more, why not? Make it a no-brainer. A thing you do by automatic default. Save.

The secret to financial health is to live below your means.

Don’t buy on credit. Use short-term savings to purchase all consumer goods in full. Don’t get a car loan. Save a small car-payment’s worth every month until you can buy your (used) car outright – and then drive it for as many years as possible – while saving for the next one.

When the time comes to buy a house, don’t max out on the mortgage. Choose a home that you can pay off in 15 years by putting no more than 25% of your take-home income towards regular payments. Don’t rely solely on your work’s pension plan for your retirement savings. Invest long-term in your own financial freedom.

“The company you keep will rub off on you – for better or for worse.”

Find role models, and learn from them. Learn from couples who have been happily married for many years. Learn from families that function well. Learn from people who manage their money wisely. Spend time with people who have built their lives on a firm foundation. The company you keep will rub off on you – again, for better or for worse.

FS, I believe that you are undergoing a remarkable transformation. And the life that you provide for your child will be very different from the childhood you experienced. Your hard work, your perseverance, your proactive measures to make things work, and your wonderful choice of life partner all combine to spell out good things. I promise you that a wisely planned, intentional financial management strategy will play into all other aspects of your life – from marriage to parenting to work to social life – for the better.

So all the best to you. Here’s to your family, your career, your future. Here’s to the firm foundation upon which you’ll build your life. And here’s to the day when people seeking life wisdom seek you.

Your old teacher,

PD


Your comments are welcome.


 

Guest Post: Getting Out of My First Debt Pitfall

Meet Josh Wilson, a personal finance blogger who runs the site Famiy Faith Finance.  Josh is a Millennial who is working to become his generation’s personal finance thought leader. Josh dreams of a day when all Millennials can thrive through financial literacy and patience.

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Getting stuck in a debt pitfall

Getting stuck in a debt pitfall happens to plenty of people. It is easy to fall into one, but it can be extremely difficult to get out of it. If you happen to be one of these people, just know that you are not alone! 

Some of the most common debt pitfalls stem from car payments, large mortgages, credit card debt, and student loan debt. If you were to ask any stranger about these, they would likely say they had one or more of them. They are some of the most common sources of debt. The thing is, sometimes they are a necessity. After all, most people need a vehicle to commute to work, a place to live, and an education. However, sometimes debt pitfalls happen when people just want to buy something with the plastic in their wallets.

I have had my own experience with debt pitfalls. Two of them came from credit card debt and student loan debt where I was stuck deep, with a long road ahead. Let’s take a look at my situation and what I did to make it better.

Student Loan Debt

When I graduated from college, I carried a student loan balance of $31,000. That is a hefty amount and about in line with the average that a student graduates with today – give or take. I was ashamed of this debt, but I had no choice but to accept it. After all, if I was going to work in my field, then I needed a degree to help secure a job. So, I went to school. Since I did not have significant savings for it in any form, I had to fly solo and take out student loans. Hence the student loan debt.

Fast forward to today: I have paid down most of my student loan debt, but how did I do it? Out of college, I was lucky enough to get a job in my field, so I could handle regular payments. That wasn’t quite enough however, so I looked for any side hustle I could find to supplement my income – which led to mowing lawns, freelancing in IT, and even selling baked goods! I know, it sounds like a lot, and it was.

While establishing more income is one of the simplest ways to crawl out of a student debt pitfall, there are other ways to speed up the process. One is student loan refinancing. I refinanced my debt when I had about $12,000 left. Refinancing my student loan debt was the best thing I could have done because it dropped my interest rate which saved money and gave me better flexibility with my finances. Successfully making student loan payments (with the help of my side hustles!) was a big factor in my ability to refinance. I’m still working on it, but it’s less of a problem now. I have only $5,000 left to pay!

Credit Card Debt

While I had student loan debt, I also had credit card debt which was to the tune of $1,500. This credit card debt was racked up during college, and it definitely plagued me after college. I was not happy about my credit card debt. While it may not seem like a lot today, it was a big deal for me at the time. I did not have the $1,500 on hand, and I knew I needed to make a change before getting stuck in the minimum payment cycle.

I decided to search for a balance transfer credit card that offered an introductory rate of 0 percent APR for the first year. Long story short, I was approved for one, so I transferred that $1,500 to a new card and saved money on interest (just like student loan refinancing!). There are other ways to reduce your rates, but this one was my solution.

I would suggest that you do this if you carry a balance on one of your cards. The trick here is to make sure you pay the amount you transfer off before you reach that introductory offer expiration. In my case, my side hustles helped me to pay the card off in full before the expiration. 

Kiss Your Debt Pitfall Goodbye

Now is the time for you to kiss your debt pitfall goodbye. I knew that I did not want to be stuck in debt forever, and this meant that I needed to make changes. Some of those changes were easier than others, but they all allowed me to get to where I am today.

While I still have a little bit of debt to pay off, it is nowhere near what it used to be and I am thankful for that. Here are couple takeaways for kissing your debt pitfall goodbye:

  • Find new sources of income.
  • Look into reducing your interest rates!

Are you stuck in a “debt pitfall”? Have you ever been? Your comments are welcome.


Image courtesy of Flickr.

Visions of FIR (no E for early)

Reading at the camp site. One of my favourite things.

DH = dear husband

Anniversary glamping

DH and I went camping over the weekend – hence the late post. (Sorry.) For a few years now, we’ve been celebrating our anniversary with a semi glamping (glamorous camping) experience. Nothing fancy about the tent or the sleeping bags, but lots of fancy food. If you’ve ever gone camping, you know that just about any food is extra delicious when prepared and eaten in the great outdoors. So  imagine our salmon fillets Friday night and our beef tenderloin Saturday night. Mmmmm….

Camping nostalgia

Camping is one of those things I associate with family life. I camped with my parents and four siblings as a child, and I started to camp again after I had become a mom. Our three children are far apart in age – covering just over a decade – so for many, many years, we spent two weeks every summer at the camp ground. And it was always my favourite part of the year.

When part-time work and social life took over for our youngest a few years ago, our camping trips came to a stop. There’s a nostalgia about those days for our daughters, and almost every year we make a day trip to the lake. But our family camping days are in the past.

DH and our 3 daughters (& dog) silhouetted with canoe and lawn chairs during a day trip this summer.

Camping for our anniversary

3 years ago, DH said he wanted to celebrate our anniversary by going to the resort where we had spent our brief honeymoon. We’d gone for an overnight trip for our anniversaries of 2010 and 2011, but after we’d started our journey out of debt in 2012, we couldn’t justify the expense of the get-away. “Get away”, however,  is exactly what DH wanted to do. He runs a home business, and it’s hard for him to separate completely from work while he’s in the house. So he argued for the expensive resort stay. In our old days of bad financial management, I would have supported DH’s wish. But those days were behind us, so I didn’t.

And that’s why DH came up with the idea of camping. It would be a get-away, but at a fraction of the resort cost. We went, loved it, and a new tradition was born.

Camping without children

This past weekend was uncharacteristically gorgeous for mid-September. Our anniversary is actually October 2, but we choose what looks like the best weekend in September for our trip – and this was it. DH went ahead Thursday and set up the camp site, and he came back for me Friday afternoon. For 48 hours, it was sunshine, canoe paddling, swimming, reading, camp fires – and delicious food.

For some reason, I really loved this year’s trip. Perhaps it was because we didn’t go last year – a year of cold, rainy September weekends – and I didn’t realize how much I missed it until we went this time. I had a sort of “Ah-ha!” recognition that I truly love camping. Even without children.

Visions of FIR (Financial Independence/Retirement)

At one point, as we sat by the fire, DH said that in 2 years, I could be retired. In 2 years, we could go camping for a week or two in September if we wanted to. I told him that I wanted to learn how to do wilderness canoe camping – as he used to do in his single years. He said he knew of a lake where we could start to get me used to it. And we’ve decided that we’ll go in September of 2019.

At one point, a couple – maybe 5-10 years our senior – passed by our site on their Harley Davidson motorcycle, towing all of their camping paraphernalia behind them. I knew that DH, who has long dreamt of owning a Harley, was seeing the two of us on that motorcycle. “Do you think we could tow all of our camping equipment with a motorcycle like that?” I asked him. He said we could. “If you promise to drive slowly, you can drive me on a motorcycle some day,” I told him. DH lit up.

The lake was cold, but not too cold for a swim. Back when I was 13 and 14 years old, I swam competitively, and I still have the ability to swim well. As I free-styled across the beach front Saturday and Sunday, I remembered how much better it was to swim in lake water than pool water. “I want to do a triathlon,” I thought. “I’ll start training for real after I retire.” You heard it here first. My first triathlon in 2020? Stay tuned.

Looking forward

I’m so glad that we’re able to look forward to the future with a happy anticipation. I can tell you that when we were at the worst of our financial stress – when DH’s career was in limbo and we were maxed out in debt, and the relationship stresses seemed hopeless  – we were not looking forward to anything. We were either overwhelmed with the task of putting one foot in front of the other – or we were looking for escape.

It’s not like that now. We don’t want to escape. We want to press into the future – because it’s looking bright.


What are your visions of FIR – or FIRE? Your comments are welcome.


 

Frugal Move: No More Gym Membership

For me, having a gym membership meant I got to wear boxing gloves.

  • DH = dear husband
  • GF = good friend

“As a person in pursuit of frugality on my mission to kill all personal debt, I have a confession to make: I’m keeping my gym membership.” So I wrote at Fruclassity two years ago. “Not even for the gym that I can use at a discount through my work. I’m going to the more expensive one that DH goes to. The one that specializes in karate instruction for kids and first rate cardio kickboxing and bags & drills classes for adults.” I then went on to give 7 reasons why gym membership represented value-based spending for me.

Well, I’ve dropped my gym membership, and I’m left to answer to my 2015 self – the one with those 7 reasons.

Gloves on vs. gloves off

2015 Reason #1 – “Let’s start with the obvious one: I get to wear boxing gloves! Unlike DH, I am no black belt, but I have discovered a love for karate moves – however imperfect my execution of them. In my experience, there is no stress release like it.”

2017 Answer – My purpose in working out is to maintain a strong level of physical fitness. I don’t need to wear boxing gloves to do that.  I can go for a jog or a cycle or a hike – all with bare hands. Each one of these activities pumps up endorphins and decreases stress.

External vs. inner motivation

2015 Reason #2 “I slack off when I try to do physical fitness on my own … Even this past winter, I thought, ‘Now that I’m older and wiser, I’ll be able to motivate myself to work out 3-5 times a week on my own.’ Wrong again!”

2017 AnswerIn the past couple of years, I have become aware of a general and long-term deficit in my self-discipline. As I’ve worked on it, there have been positive ripple effects in my spending, eating, de-cluttering, and physical exercise. Since stopping my gym membership 3 weeks ago, I have been doing 4 or 5 workouts per week – actually a better rate than I achieved before. That inner motivation is no longer missing.

Scheduled vs. non-scheduled workouts

2015 Reason #3 – “I am more likely to work out if there are limited, scheduled class times. For over a year, I went to a gym … with multiple locations and a schedule that offers many options … It became easy to make excuses. ‘I can go to the next class,’ I’d think … With the more limited schedule of my current gym, I don’t have the option of making excuses. ‘Cardio kickboxing starts at 7:00! Time to go!'”

2017 Answer –  I like the freedom of being able to work out when it’s convenient. I have cycled in the morning, hiked in the afternoon, lifted weights in the evening, and run at night. And I appreciate the fact that my workouts now take less time. When I did classes, I would:

  • drive to the gym (15 min)
  • take the class (1 hour)
  • do some weights (20 min)
  • drive home (15 min)
  • shower (10 min)

That’s a grand total of 2 hours for every workout. Now, since no extra driving is involved, my workouts (especially for running) often come in under an hour. As for “excuses” – I haven’t had to make any.

“Excellent” vs. “adequate”

2015 Reason #4 – “I recognize and value the level of excellence I find at my gym … The instructors who teach our classes are National and World champions in karate, and the workouts they give are fantastic.”

2017 Answer – I recognize and value the meals produced by great chefs at fine restaurants – and the talent of actors, musicians, and comedians on stage – and the artistic gifting of painters and jewelers … But I almost never spend on these things. I’m in debt-reduction mode. In the same way, I don’t need to spend on excellence in fitness classes. Again, I’m in debt-reduction mode. My own workouts, while not “excellent”, are adequate. And “adequate” is just fine.

Supporting small business vs. DIY

2015 Reason #5 – “I’m happy to support gym staff in their area of expertise … I value independence, but I value interdependence even more. The staff at my gym are far better than I am at motivating me to become fit. I don’t mind relying upon them. And I’m glad that they can earn a living by fostering good health.”

2017 AnswerNow, while I’m still making my way towards debt-freedom, is not the time to play the role of benefactor. Not yet. Now is the time to DIY in as many areas of my life as possible. And I’m finding DIY fitness is now possible for me.

Overall fitness achieved via instructors vs. self

2015 Reason #6 – “I get overall physical fitness at my gym. Any one hour class involves flexibility, cardio and strength; it works out upper body, lower body, and core.”

2017 Answer – I’m getting all of the above on my own.

Together time with DH vs. separate workouts

2015 Reason #7 – “DH and I usually go to the gym together. Last week, on our way to a workout, DH said to me, ‘This is my favourite part of the evening – driving to the gym with you.’ Pretty sweet, don’t you think? Like many working couples, DH and I don’t have tons of time to spend together, but our shared trips to the gym have a bonding effect.”

2017 Answer – OK, I don’t have an answer to this one. In fact, I do notice that on many days, I hardly see DH. If I exercise right after work and he goes to the gym at 7:00, it means we spend almost no time together. Hmmm … DH and I will have to be intentional about making up for this change.

BONUS! Closed door → opened window

Two weeks ago I told a friend of mine (I’ll call her GF for “good friend”) that I had dropped my gym membership. “I’ve run, cycled, or hiked almost every day,” I told her, “but I haven’t done weights. I want to get that going – maybe at work …”

“You’ve dropped your gym membership?” GF asked, clearly getting an idea. She told me that she hadn’t been going to her gym at all, but that she didn’t want to stop her membership. “At my gym,” she told me, “each member is allowed to bring a guest any time.” GF said that she thought she would actually go to her gym if I went with her. “Would you like to come as my guest? For free?” she asked. Of course I did!

We started this past week, and our plan is to meet regularly at her gym – which is on my way home from work – every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. I have access to weights for free, and she has built in the motivation she needs to make her workouts happen. Right after completing my draft of this post last night, I opened up an email message from GF. “Just want to thank you for helping me get to the gym.  I feel very good about it, and it is sweet to be there together.  Thank you my friend.” Win-win!


Do you DIY your physical fitness? Or do you have a gym membership that represents value-based spending for you? Your comments are welcome.