Last Thanksgiving, I spent the bulk of the afternoon darting in and out of the coat closet at my in-laws’ house. It was my first feature on Rockstar Finance, and I was absolutely mesmerized. Take a bite, catch up with a relative, check my phone. After three months of
blogging talking to myself, people were actually going to see my blog. Was this real life? Continue reading “This Wonderful Virtual Life”
Weekends are hard for me. Sundays in particular. No, I don’t dread going back to work the next day. The problem is that the weekends are a chance to slow down. Sometimes. And when I do slow do, I spend time catching up. Often times, I’ll read posts like “How to Pay Off $100K in a Year” and “How I Retired at 33.” I get inspired. But I also get really sad.
Those accomplishments are so far outside of my frame of reference. Simply put, they’re just not doable. Not now, and maybe not ever. This weekend, I started reading part of an early retirement post to my dad. For someone who doesn’t say much and pretends to notice even less, he read my face so fast, stopping me after only a few paragraphs: “You guys do well enough.” Continue reading “Finding Contentment in Well Enough”
Today marks the last day of my twenty-ninth year. Rather than spending my final weeks planning a skydiving adventure or jetting off to a tropical locale, I decided to see if I could make my idea of ordinary into something extraordinary. Every night before I went to bed, I chronicled some small moment that left an impression on me from that day. While I hope there are decades of grand escapades to be had and major milestones to achieve, this exercise left me feeling fairly confident that when I look back on my life, the small moments will matter just as much as the big ones. Continue reading “30 Wonderfully Ordinary Days Before 30”
Don’t fly in on a Sunday. Play in heavily trafficked areas. Always use a player card. Never use a player card. As soon as anyone heard we were dashing off to Sin City this past December, advice on how to beat the odds in Las Vegas bubbled over.
Want the best odds of returning home with lots of money after a jaunt to Las Vegas? Don’t get off the plane. I know full well that stepping foot in a casino is akin to lighting my
dollars quarters nickels pennies on fire. But the cacophony of blazing neon, screaming bells, victorious whoops, and defeated sighs is too much of a siren song for me to resist. While I certainly did not win big, I left with some interesting lessons after sitting one seat away from a winning slot machine on this past vacation. Continue reading “Lessons I Learned Sitting Next to a Winning Slot Machine”
To The Families Who Gave Teachers Gifts,
I spent the day before winter break writing your children thank you notes that I am fairly confident you will never see. In fact, they’ve probably already been relinquished to the deep recesses of binders next to permission slips, school calendars, and progress reports or banished to the bottoms of lockers atop moldy sandwiches, gym shirts, and library books. Some cards won’t even make it that far. Some are tossed in the trash, which I later dutifully recycle. Others are discarded underneath desks. Even if you did see my note, the letter I wrote your child is different than what I’d like to say to you. Continue reading “To Families Who Gave Teachers Gifts”