Many of us have our lives figured out to some degree. Some of us plan every step down to the last inch, but what happens when our plans don’t go the way we planned? After reading a couple of articles by Mark Cuban and Warren Buffett, I think I understand why the poor stay poor. We find ourselves forever fighting the tidal waves of rent. I didn’t really think about it until after I left my last position. My family was making over 100 thousand a year, so rent wasn’t an issue. However, after I quit my job that 100 k shot down to maybe 50 k. I know some of you might be asking why would you give up that much money, well trust me when I tell you, money isn’t everything.
So, now we have to rearrange life on an income about half the size of the one before, and it has produced some soul searching. First thing I am thankful for it my daughter’s free tennis lessons from her school. She is on the tennis team and has her first game on the 22nd. We had to change car insurance companies because we could no longer afford nearly 400 dollars a month. We were able to get with another really good company for half that amount. We then had to cancel the Six Flags Membership, which was okay, because we only went to park three times and paid over a 1000 for the membership. I was able to see my daughter’s performance on Friday which was priceless. My last job made it nearly impossible to be a mom to my children. I was constantly missing meetings and events. We pretty much parked one car in the garage and currently use only one. We were able to get rid of cable and get Amazon, Netflix, and HULU which will save a lot. I found that my local grocery store has a lot of things cheaper and that my oriental store kind of sells things a littler higher. We tried to supplement our bill with fishing, but it turns out we really suck at that. I might be too hyper for that. Now, we are focusing on trying to lower the electric bill. For some reason it seems to be stuck at nearly 400 each freaking month. If we could get that down to at least 200, I would dance naked under the stars!!!!
So, after all of this, I’ve come to one conclusion. I am thankful to God for blessing me with parents who knew more than I did. Their struggles and their planning have taught me something about my own path. It only took me 41 years to learn the lesson, but at least I get it. Eight years ago we were just getting out of the military and starting life as civilians. I say we, but my husband wore the uniform. Yet, it felt like we were enlisted just as much as he was at times. We didn’t live with the mortars and near meetings with death, but I constantly dealt with the fear of the dreaded knock.
It’s funny because I wanted so badly to believe that I didn’t need my inheritance. I wanted to think that I could do things all by myself, I guess I thought that taking the gift that was left by my parents meant I was weak. I let someone rent out my house and refused to take my place as the rightful occupant on my land. It never crossed my mind that Dukes do not turn down their Dukedoms, rich do not turn down their millions, so why was I shame of taking the land that my father so proudly showed us? Pride gives birth to failure.
It wasn’t until I did some real soul searching until I figured out just what turning my back on my inheritance meant to my family. It meant that I was cheating my girls out of an awesome life. Some of my best childhood memories were running in the woods and swinging across streams that my father and his before him used as their hunting grounds.
Another thing that gets me is the process of aging. We all die, and with that said, I feel like we are too used to moving around because of the military itch. It’s time to really build a home and not a home that some mortgage company can bill us for, I’m ready to start getting things together for a home that my children will never have to worry about paying for. We have a plan that God Willing will work out,if he sees fit! I plan to build a small cottage style house no more than 1000 square feet. The idea is to build up so we can get a bedroom upstairs, but before we can do that a few things will need to be tied up on this end.
Do you think it’s possible for life to be turned upside down so we can land on the right side of where we need to be? I feel like someone has thrown a dice and it was set to land on four, but it landed on every other number until finally it was thrown the right way. Sometimes the answer is so easy, but so hidden.