Category: personal philosophy


When I Grow Up

When you are 5: When I grow up, I want to be an astronaut. A fireman. A police officer. A ninja turtle. A G.I. Joe. A fairy princess. A prince. Rich. Famous. Powerful.

When you are 15: When I grow up, I want to be a teacher. A soldier. A college student. An executive. A doctor. A Lawyer. Rich.

When you are 25: When I grow up, I want to be happy. Successful. Rich. A mother. A father. A business owner. My own boss.

It’s funny how dreams and goals change as we get older. They become less fanciful, more practical. And I guess that makes sense. As we get older, we have a better grasp on how things work, on how the world really plays out, and it’s less a matter of being jaded, more a matter of being realistic. Pragmatic. And that’s a good thing, for sure. I mean, not everyone can be an astronaut or a fairy princess.

I guess I’ve just found myself thinking a lot lately about dreams and goals, and how to make them happen. It struck me as funny today how drastically different they are today than they were 5 years ago. 10 years ago. 20 years ago. Today, it’s graduate school, and a PhD, some day teaching as a professor. At some future date, I would also like to open a restaurant, or at least have a giant kitchen where I can cook lots of food for friends and family.

I once had dreams of being an engineer. Of developing weapons. Making things that protect some people and kill others. I don’t now know why I was so interested in that field, but that’s what I wanted to do. R&D development for GE. Now, I can’t even imagine doing that job. I realized that engineering would drive me nuts, and as for the weapons part, I cannot imagine myself building machines made to kill people. But that was the plan. The goal. The dream.

Now, I’d prefer to trade the lab coat for tweed, the calipers for a pen, and a lathe for a poem. And I’m okay with that.

What were some of your old dreams or goals that have now changed to better fit who you’ve become?

NaBloPoMo Day 27: Tumult

So, I’ll be working about 15 hours a day until the end of the month. I could use a guest blog or two, if any of you are interested. Sunday is covered, as it’ll be the next 30 Days of Truth entry. So, if you’d like to help me out, hit me up in the comments or via email: tc (at) thursdays-child (dot) net

In other news, well, there isn’t a lot of other news. Eat, work, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. It’s such a drag sometimes, waking up every morning to do the same thing over and over again. Bells, beeping, screaming children. But like I wrote last saturday, it’s just a means to an end. Just a stepping stone on to something greater.

But I got to thinking even more about that. I suppose it’s more than a means to an end. It’s also a wealth of experience, not just on a resume, but also in terms of life. I have seen the bowels of society, but I’ve also seen people at their best. Helping others, being kind, and (above all) being gracious to those who don’t know better. And in the end, that’s more valuable than any of the money, and it really justifies all those bad days, all those days spent flitting from one irritating situation to another.

Those are, each of them, a part of who I am now. They will always be with me, even when I can no longer remember specifics. They will continue to inform my choices, my mannerisms, my whole being. Forever. They can either make me cynical or they can make me learn, and hope that maybe there’s something different. Or, for the good ones, they can make me aspire to be so selfless. Or so caring. Or so gracious.

Good bad, ugly, and soul-sucking. Everything counts, and everything affects your life more than you might realize, whether for good or ill. Even if it’s something as mundane as your days at work.

NaBloPoMo Day 22: Credit Therapy

Credit. Today’s consumer climate all but requires its members to have credit of some sort. Many jobs require credit checks, and nearly every utility company has a deposit based on your credit score. While I may not understand all the intricacies that the credit scoring process entails, I do understand one thing: thanks to careful use of my credit, I didn’t have to pay a $400-1000 deposit just so I could get myself setup with a cell phone company.

I think society today has a fundamental misunderstanding of what credit is, and how one goes about using it. Credit seems to be looked at as an equivalent to overspending, to debt, to despair, or desperation. Credit need not be any of these things; rather, it can be a way to help manage your spending, manage your finances, and help you achieve a standard of life well above what you may have previously considered, while still remaining within your means. The misunderstanding is purely a lack of education.

I was raised with the philosophy that there’s no better way to learn than by doing. That said, this philosophy is exactly how nearly everyone in this country learns about credit. The only problem is, they don’t get to experiment or make mistakes until the stakes are too great to allow for mistakes. When your only option to learn-by-doing with credit is to take out an actual credit card, and make decisions that affect your actual credit score, the likelihood of making some catastrophic error in judgment is multiplied. Then, you’re stuck with a decision that will haunt you for a good many years to come.

In a commercial era in which companies have repeatedly shown that consumer protection is non-existent (vis-a-vis the home lending debacle, other credit crises, etc.), education is key in avoiding those costly mistakes. I think there’s an easy, inexpensive way to teach young people the perils and benefits of credit. In effect, this would be a credit sandbox, a fully-functional credit environment, in which the user is free to use the extended credit however he or she wishes, but within safe confines, and any mistakes would not have any long-term ill effects.

Here’s what to do: This sandbox can be created by anyone for anyone else. So, parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles–anyone–can help teach a younger loved one how to use credit. To set this up, simply purchase a reloadable pre-paid card from any of the major credit companies. Load this card with whatever amount you deem appropriate (for example purposes, I’m going with $100). The amount should be something reasonable (even if available credit on credit cards is often unreasonable).

Hand off the card to your loved one, advising them that with great power comes great responsibility. She may use the card without restriction, purchasing or paying for whatever she wishes. Set a monthly “cycle” date, on which payment will be due. This payment can be the full balance of the credit extended, or it can be a minimum payment based on the amount of credit currently extended. The payment is then added back onto the prepaid card, restoring the amount of credit available.

If a minimum payment is made, some “interest” penalty will be assessed. Since we’re not in the business of making money off of our loved ones, that interest can be deposited into an UTMA savings account or other similar fiduciary account, which the user will receive benefit of once he or she comes of age. Alternately, if the interest component is too complicated, it can be skipped altogether; however, the point is to paint as accurate a picture as possible of the way credit actually works.

This sandbox structure allows the student to make choices, whether good or bad. If the money is all spent on junk, it won’t be available for more important or more desirable purchases. Additionally, if the whole balance isn’t paid off, the student will have to learn to adjust spending to ultimately pay off the debt, or eventually the available credit will dwindle to nothing, and the minimum payments may become difficult to pay.

Of course, the hope is that the credit will be used responsibly, and payments made promptly, and our student merely gets to practice good habits in managing money and credit. If the credit is not used quite so responsibly, though, how better to demonstrate the hazards of poor credit management than simply practice in traversing them? The consequences of irresponsibility here are less severe, as the debt can be paid off in a number of ways, whether it be payment arrangements or simply having them work it off doing odd jobs here or there. The point is, there are consequences for irresponsibility with credit, and having to do some odd jobs is far more tame a sentence than life-long ruined credit because of an irresponsible mistake borne simply out of ignorance of the rules of the system.

Even in the face of irresponsible spending, hope remains that these mistakes will serve as first-hand teachers. In this case, an entire future isn’t ruined, just maybe a few weekends spent working in the yard. These mistakes, once made, should prove to be beneficial, in that they will not be repeated in the real credit world, where consequences are far more dire. As the old saying goes, “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” and practice equals prevention.

NaBloPoMo Day 20: Money Matters

This post is really a response to Hannah Katy’s latest post about how to keep dreams alive without involving lots of zeros and dollar signs.

In the interest of full disclosure, I will admit that I grew up with money. For as long as I remember, there’s been no shortage of toys or food or entertainment, etc etc. However, I am aware that my family has not always been so fortunate, and my parents made many sacrifices and had many hardships early on in their marriage, as my father was trying to finish school and an MBA.

My father did not come into his money over night. It was earned through many years of hard work and even harder decisions. As a result, I was given every opportunity. I went to good schools, I went to educational summer programs, I was supported in my school work and given help whenever I needed it. This, then, resulted in a successful academic career. Sprinkled in there were a few jobs of my own, both with my father’s companies and with others as well.

I worked hard in these jobs, and I got my paycheck. This allowed me to get the things I wanted. Did I enjoy going to work? Not really. Who does? I mean, would you rather go to work or spend the day playing video games or whatever makes you happy? Of course not. That’s not to say, of course, that going to work was always a bad thing. Just, there are always more fun things to do.

In any event, I finished college in December of 2008. In case you weren’t aware, the economic world we had spent so long reveling in began to unravel, and property values, stock values, and jobs began evaporating. Faster, I bet, than most people could have expected (but I’m not economic expert). So, even though I dreamed of graduate school, I chose not to go. Instead, my fiancee and I got married. We settled into a little rent house, and I began a job search.

The goal wasn’t money. Not really. It was just a necessity of the world and culture we live in. The goal was to ride out the storm, and at the end, be in a position where the dream could be realized. We still aren’t there yet, but in my neck of the woods, the job market isn’t there yet either.

In the mean time, we have been able to purchase a home, take in a second dog, and live comfortably. I’m working in an industry I never expected to be in, and it’s certainly a far-cry away from English academics, where my heart and soul lie. But, it’s a means to an end. It allows me to stay out of debt, build up some meager savings, and prepare for a return to the dream that I’ve been chasing.

Money, then, isn’t some enemy. It’s a tool. And like any tool, it’s only effective if used correctly. Use the tool, don’t let the tool use you. Keep it all in perspective of your dreams and goals, and pursue money as a means to those ends. You may have to make a sacrifice or two along the way, but in the long run, as long as you refuse to be controlled by your money, your dreams are almost always attainable.

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