Why do I need to pretend that I don’t have money and it doesn’t make life easier?
Thank goodness I have money struck a rather sore note with a reader who commented:
I know this is your blog, but this is a very showy post. It’s flaunting your wealth and makes you seem presumptuous.
It was actually more of a gratitude post, so I’m sort of put out it didn’t come across like that. :\
I didn’t think I was clenching gold bars in both fists screaming:
I AM RICH, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or maybe I was.
I was actually very thankful I had money saved to pay for everything, because I acknowledged and understood the consequences of not having money.
The debt that people go into for things that cannot be predicted from medical bills to other catastrophes are well documented around the web, and they certainly write about it in detail.
I cannot think of someone more honest about her situation than my very good friend Revanche over at A Gai Shan Life, who is currently in a middle of a very real threat to her family’s safety due to her crazy neighbour; she’d love to have the funds saved to be able to pack up and move away from this psycho but to get a down payment for a property is no small feat. Not only that, she has supported her family from the start with her deadbeat brother hanging on her back, dealing with family issues up the wazoo and having crippling lifelong pain from fibromyalgia to boot. By the way, this is what fibromyalgia is and it is horrific.
I read her blog religiously, I talk to her constantly and I cannot imagine what she has gone through or goes through.
On top of it all, I also have heard plenty of stories from my mother about how she grew up as a child and what she learned about money, and have internalized much of it. I have no illusions about what she went through (starving, malnourished poverty) versus what I grew up with (comfortable yet awkwardly middle-class, with plenty to eat).
Since I am supposed to be talking about my money and my thoughts on it, on the blog, so why would I need to pretend that I don’t have money, (which I am seeing is a huge boon and stress reliever), and a very healthy family that doesn’t put any demand on me?
I’m not in denial that I am privileged to have made good money and saved it. I mean, if my personal net worth hovering at $500,000 in my early 30s and a cleared house paid for in cash is not an indication of wealth, or that between my partner and I, we both have over a million saved with many years left to retirement, what is?
I can only write about what I’m doing and what my own financial situation is. I’m not about to make up things or avoid talking about the subject.
I feel like sometimes, people who are well-off tend to experience reverse ostracization as a result, so you don’t really hear many bloggers talking about having money, using it, saving it, being grateful, and enjoying it. Instead, you hear about bloggers who are in trouble, have no money, lots of debt, deadbeat jobs and no way out.
Can’t we hear both sides of the equation without judging one or the other?
Let it be said:
I am happy that my (saved) money solves my problems.
I’m grateful that I earn a stellar salary when I work, can take plenty of time off to chill out when I’m young (rather than leaving it for when I am old and arthritic), and have saved it for such (minor) things that crop up.
I don’t feel “rich” in the sense of that word, but I am well-off and privileged.
Why should I even have to apologize for any of this or pretend to not have money, when it’s clear that I do?
Having money is worth it.
Easier said than done, right?