I didn’t mean to write posts two weeks in a row which were inspired by articles, but I’ve been reading a lot of pieces I’d love to discuss with you. The latest is this one, from the Wall Street Journal, about a baby boomer who had less than $15 in her bank account, and retirement looming ahead (by the way, if you find yourself behind the paywall, you can try this and click on one of the top results which should give you access to the article).
As a quick summary, the piece shares the story of a retiree who when times were flush, spent on luxuries including an $18,000 golf course membership, BMW roadster, Mercedes, fur coats and LV bags. Then, at one point as her savings and accounts dwindled, she had less than $15 in her bank account.
What I liked about this piece in particular was that it painted a fair picture of the subject, who came across better than you might think in a piece like this. She was honest about how she got into her predicament “I was just playing at being a rich person, I wasn’t rich,” and by the end she had made the decision to move to Iowa, to take responsibility for a sustainable retirement solution. I thought that was incredibly admirable and brave, especially as a single woman with no family living nearby.
Whenever I read articles like these, I have to admit I take a special interest because it’s a a huge personal fear of mine to retire without adequate resources. It’s one of those irrational fears that I think I’ll always have, even if I was a zillionaire (so let’s make that happen universe, just to test out the theory, shall we)? You know those experiments they do, where you’re given a box of assorted chocolates and the order you eat the flavors in is supposed to shed insight into how you approach life? I’m definitely the person who saves most of their favorite pieces for the very end, to enjoy last.
Especially in today’s ah…unique political climate, and now that I have a child, I’ve found myself especially paranoid lately. That doesn’t mean that I still haven’t been splurging (in fact, just this weekend I ran into a friend and reader at Neiman Marcus which resulted in some major trouble), but lately in the balance of plan for the future versus enjoy today, I’ve been finding myself leaning towards the former. What about all of you?
I guess the question I’d like to ask is…what order do you eat your chocolates in?