Loss Aversion and the Fallacy of Enough
The Fallacy of Enough I have previously written about why I think we are kidding ourselves with the concept of the safe withdrawal rate. In review, the SWR is the percentage of your portfolio you...
The Fallacy of Enough I have previously written about why I think we are kidding ourselves with the concept of the safe withdrawal rate. In review, the SWR is the percentage of your portfolio you...
Tell Yourself The Right Story We tell ourselves the stories about our life that make it bearable. Or better yet, magical. Mystical. When my father died when I was eight years old, there were...
The Cost of Financial Independence It is easy to look at someone’s net worth and ooh and ahh. The response from my monthly income reports is fairly telling. People see the numbers and wonder...
There Were Losses Winning! Killin it! The back slaps and shoulder pats abound. Although there has been a push towards transparency in the personal finance blogging space, the overwhelming flow of words and...
The Frugality Wars My mother had a plan. After my father died. She looked at her three young boys and knew what had to be done. This was before my stepfather entered the picture....
What If Your Calling Doesn’t Make You Happy? Financial independence is fantastic. It allows you to wrangle free from the hum-drum existence of the W2 asset class and aspire towards your individual life calling....
Downsides To Financial Independence While I have spent much time on this blog describing my path to financial freedom, I have generally concentrated on the positives. Money is power. And power gives you options...
Stealth Wealth For many of us, it feels downright uncomfortable to show our wealth to the general public. Yes, we certainly aren’t shy when blogging, but outside fo the digital world, we generally keep...
Good Decision/Bad Decision Today’s subject will hopefully be part of a regular series of Monday posts. As you recall, I recently started Gratitude Wednesdays. This series will focus on my past decisions to shed...
Who Does That? Who does that? It was almost a whisper. Her overwhelming brown eyes boring into my soul as her lips curled into a half-moon smile. Her hands attached to elbows bent at...