A Strong-Willed Child Gone Bad: When Tough Love is Missing

 John (not his real name) = older brother of a strong-willed sister

An ugly inheritance story

               I know someone whose mother died a few years ago, and over the months, he has told me bits and pieces of an ugly inheritance story. I’ve heard quite a few bitter complaints from members of different families over the years – about wills, executors, estates lawyers, and sibling power plays – but nothing tops this one. My friend – I will call him John (not his real name) – gave me permission to write about his experience.
                John grew up as part of a large family. One brother after another was delivered into the household until the youngest child, a sister, was born. John can’t remember any hints of what was to come from his sister’s early childhood, but it’s not hard to imagine that she was pampered by mom and dad – both thrilled to have a daughter at last – and that she was alternately teased and protected by a brood of brothers who would be blamed for anything that went wrong.

 A pattern of indulgence

A string of incidents with a common theme became evident to John once his sister hit adolescence. She attended a middle school that was located half a block from the family home, and part way through her final year, an administrator informed her parents that she had been late 100 times. The consequence in those days for such chronic tardiness was an automatic failure, meaning she would have to repeat grade eight. John remembers the commotion caused by the news, and his parents’ involvement with the school’s administration. Their rescue effort was successful, and his sister went to high school the following year. She hadn’t learned to be punctual, but she had learned that her parents would protect her from the consequences of her actions.
Years later, still living at home, John’s sister had a job. She had carried her habit of being late into the world of work – where she wasn’t getting away with it – and one early morning, in a panic, she realized she wouldn’t make it to work on time if she took the bus. Her solution? She drove her dad’s car. When her father got up to get ready for work, he realized his car was missing and thought it had been stolen. He called people at his office to explain why he was late and took steps to report the theft before finding out that his daughter had taken the car. How would you respond to a situation like this? “I’d kick her out of the house,” said a colleague of John’s when he told her about it years later. But not these parents. They agreed that John’s father would get up extra early so that his daughter could drop him off at work on her way to her job. You can guess who had to take the bus when there was a change in schedule. “It was my mom,” John said to me. “My dad would always appease her by giving my sister what she demanded.”
Fast forward several more years. John’s parents were now retired, enjoying their winters in Florida, planning to buy a condo there. His sister had married, had two children – and then divorced. To avoid having his daughter move back into the family home, as his wife wanted, John’s father bought her a townhouse a few blocks away. They stipulated an amount that she would “pay” as rent with the understanding that she would never actually give over a cent. John’s parents became their grandchildren’s “volunteer” daycare providers. No more winters in Florida. To top it off, John’s sister was audited one year and taken to court – having claimed higher rental payments on her income tax than the agreed-upon phony amount. Guess who bailed her out of that one.

 Tyranny

Fast forward again. John’s father was dying. On a Saturday morning, he breathed his last, and by Saturday evening, John’s sister, along with her children, had moved in with her widowed mother and taken over the family home. (It was left to one of her brothers to fix up and sell the townhouse.) In the months ahead, she would change the locks on the doors of the house. She would cut communications with her mother’s friends and family. Letters and calls would go unanswered. John, who lived in a city five hours away, heard sporadic rumours about his mother’s injuries and bruising. “We were in denial,” John explained. “We didn’t want to believe what was clearly happening.” He was eventually to find out that his mother, well into the stages of Alzheimer’s, had visited her lawyer to change her will – accompanied by her daughter. In the end, everything went to John’s sister. The lawyer had noticed bruising too.
“Was there mental illness there?” John asked rhetorically before answering the question himself. “I don’t know.” If there was, I can’t help but think that it took on its grotesque form through the enabling, denial, lies, and foolish choices to sacrifice that mark this story. How common is this sort of situation? Are there other tyrannical adult children out there running their parents’ lives and squandering their wealth? I can’t help but wonder how things would have turned out if John’s parents had gone ahead and bought that condo in Florida. Or if they had kicked his sister out of the house when she took the car without asking. Or if they had let her repeat her grade eight year. When I hear what happened with John’s sister, I for one am motivated to stand my ground, look my child in the eye, boundaries firmly established, and with a resolute will born of love say “No.”

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Debt-Reduction & 7 Habits: Habit #1

DH = Dear Husband
I’m reading Stephen Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People for the first time. It was published twenty-five years ago, and I’ve been meaning to read it ever since. I got a little push towards opening it after learning of the book’s significance to Mr. Money Moustache. And I find myself wishing I had read it twenty-five years ago.

The Social Mirror

Habit #1 is “Be Proactive”, and while it applies to all areas of life, I will focus upon how it applies to debt-reduction. “If the only vision we have of ourselves comes from the social mirror – from the current social paradigm and from the opinions, perceptions, and paradigms of the people around us – our view of ourselves is like the reflection in the crazy mirror room at the carnival . . . These visions are disjointed and out of proportion” (Covey, p. 67).
The “social mirror” of personal finance is certainly disjointed. We are bombarded by mixed messages:
“You’ll be happy once you own this.”
“Keep up with the Joneses.”
“Start saving for retirement.”
“Don’t be so cheap.”
“It’s a great time to borrow with interest rates so low.”
“Give to charity.”
“Credit card rewards points are such a bonus!”
“Think of your future.”
“You only live once.”
Most of us have navigated our financial pathways with more reference to this disjointed social mirror than we might realize. And most of us are in far too much debt.

 Proactive or Reactive?

“Highly proactive people . . . do not blame circumstances, conditions, or conditioning for their behavior. Their behavior is a product of their own conscious choice, based on values, rather than a product of their conditions, based on feeling” (Covey, p. 71). Recently, I’ve been annoyed by a radio ad for a debt consolidation company that essentially says, “You’re not in debt because of poor money-management. You have faced unexpected expenses, and family members have needed your financial help. (You are so caring.) You’re in debt because of circumstances beyond your control.” There is a soothing element to this message, and most of us can tap into it. In our case, we lost our primary source of income with the hi-tech bust early in the millennium. DH floundered in his career for six years before going the route of self-employment – which involved a huge business loan. There were circumstances beyond our control.
“By saying I’m not responsible, I make myself a powerless victim . . . My ability to positively impact the situation withers and dies” (Covey, p. 90). The concept of responsibility as “response-ability” – the ability and freedom to choose our response to circumstances (Covey, p. 71) – has to be applied with sensitivity to the different margins of power that each one of us possesses. I do hear of situations that strike me as impossible. The single mom who loses her job and whose ex-husband is pursuing crippling legal action . . . I’m not about to tell her, “You are not a victim. You have the power to choose your response to these circumstances.” Her margin of power is actually very limited. But if I consider ours, it’s not so limited. Yes, we suffered a loss of income that was beyond our control. And yes, there are all kinds of difficulties involved in forging a new career. But why hadn’t we saved for a rainy day? And why had we taken on so much debt when the going was good? The concepts of responsibility and response-ability apply strongly to us – and that’s a fortunate thing.

 Self-Awareness: A Humbling Exercise

“But because of our unique human endowments, we can write new programs for ourselves totally apart from our instincts and training” (Covey, p. 70). First among these endowments, according to Covey, is self-awareness. If DH and I take an honest look at ourselves, there are a few unpleasant truths about our money-management that emerge: I got comfortable in the role of cute financial ditz. He got into cycles of worry about money, getting things in balance, and then splurging so that he could worry again. We let the forces of materialism and the pressure of keeping up with the Jonses impact us. “It is our willing permission, our consent to what happens to us, that hurts us far more than what happens to us in the first place” (Covey 72). Self-awareness is a humbling exercise, but it allows for a change of direction. No longer a helpless cutie lost in the chaos of personal finance, I track receipts and operate according to a budget. DH’s cycles of financial worry have been trumped by a steady discipline. We get way more excited about putting a payment against our debt than we do about any purchase we make. And as for keeping up with the Jonses, we’ve disengaged from that race. We’re proud of our 15-year-old van. We’re rather smug about our worn carpet and furniture.

Reinforcing Proactivity

“It is inspiring to realize that in choosing our response to circumstance, we powerfully affect our circumstance” (Covey, p. 86). I can’t do justice to all that Covey says about habit #1, but I can confirm this statement about affecting circumstance. In June 2012, DH and I decided to get proactive about our debt, and as we’ve used our margin of power to respond in new ways to our circumstance, it has changed significantly. Our debt is down by almost $75,000. Our levels of conflict and worry are down too. I’ll be taking in Covey’s 7 Habits over the next while in my efforts to stay on the right track. The social mirror is powerful and disorienting. I want to navigate this journey out of debt with reference to clear and accurate reflections of the pathways available in our landscape.

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Debt-Reduction Goals: A Double-Edged Sword

DH = Dear Husband
                DH has had better-than-expected business revenue this month. A welcome state of affairs as we near the second anniversary of our journey out of debt. But last week, DH’s accountant offered some advice towards setting up for retirement, and it means that once again, we will not be able to pay anything extra off of our debt this month – or likely even next month.

A Year of Obstacles to Debt-Reduction

                At first, I was more angry about it than I care to admit. For seven of the last twelve months, we’ve had to settle for $0 in debt-reduction, apart from our regular mortgage payments:
  • March and April 2013 – slow business.
  • June, July, August, and September 2013 – saving for new roof, vet bills, and tree removal.
  • January 2014 – more vet bills.
And now – an accountant’s retirement advice.
                It can be hard to maintain motivation when one discouragement is followed by another – and another. But what was I expecting? A smooth ride? Steady progress? Not likely. At the end of last May, the first year anniversary of our journey out of debt, I was so happy with our numbers. Our total debt of $257,000 had come down by $50,000. For our second year, we’ll be lucky if we manage half that amount. What a difference!

Perspective

I vented my frustration to a close friend. “$75,000 in two years?” she said. “That’s what I earn!” My attitude dissolved immediately as I took in her perspective. And since I’ve stepped back, frustration has given way to a sober confidence. I can honestly say that our effort through year two has been just as strong as it was for year one. I can also say that although $25,000 is a lot less than $50,000, it’s still way more than what we used to pay off before we started our journey out of debt. Furthermore, I’m glad DH’s accountant directed him as he did. “Our goal isn’t just to get out of debt,” DH reminded me. “It’s to get on solid financial ground.”
I think that part of my initial anger was caused by an expectation I adopted as we started our debt-reduction almost two years ago. We’ll be debt-free in five years, I thought. I don’t know why I decided it would take five years, but that time span became foundational to my vision. And if I face the facts now, I have to let that foundation crumble.  According to Dave Ramsey, whose book The Total Money Makeover we follow, it takes the average household seven years to become debt-free. My adjusted vision puts us at average. If we’re lucky. And that’s just fine. 

Goals: Double-Edged Sword

Goals are double-edged swords, and it takes a delicate skill to handle them effectively. On the one hand, they harness energy, focus effort, and channel both in a constructive direction. On the other hand, our goals foster expectations that can hold us hostage if we’re too attached to them – especially when forces outside our control make them impossible to meet.
So I’m trying to handle my goals effectively. I won’t be held hostage to rigid expectations, but while I’m letting go of that five-year plan, I’m not letting go of monthly budgets, financial spreadsheets, tracking receipts . . . We’re still making our way toward solid financial ground. We’re still on our journey to debt-freedom.

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In Debt & Being Smart: Christmas Shopping in March

DH = Dear Husband
DD1 = Dear First Daughter
DD2 = Dear Second Daughter
DD3 = Dear Third Daughter

March Break Snow Storm – March Break Shopping

                This past week was the March Break, and Wednesday afternoon, in the middle of a snow storm, DD3 asked if I would drive her to the mall with her friend. I made a plan: I would use the time to do some Christmas shopping.
                Let me just state how radical this plan was for me. Never before in my life had I ever bought Christmas gifts before October. The vast majority of my holiday shopping has always been carried out against the backdrop of a late December rush. So what inspired the change? An anonymous comment on a post I wrote in December, In Debt& On A Christmas Budget: “I think the best time to set-up a budget for Christmas is on January 2nd and start saving right away,” somebody wrote. “Just going by your numbers, it would be easier to put aside $150/month starting in January than trying to scrounge $1600 at the beginning of December (or, heaven forbid, put it on a credit card). If you have some money aside, you can track your recipients’ wants/desires throughout the year and pick up gifts when they go on sale.” In my response to this wise person, I committed to buying at least a few gifts on sale early in the year.
                And I’ve done it. I drove DD3 and her friend to the mall, arranged a time and place to meet two hours later, and started on my mission. Clothing is a popular item on my daughters’ Christmas wish lists, so I was in a good place to make it all happen. Despite the snow storm, I knew that winter clothing would be on sale. There’s a rumour spreading around here that spring is going to happen soon, and although it’s completely unsubstantiated, every storefront window featured breezy spring attire. People who arrange the layout of merchandise in stores have me figured out. They put the most expensive items on display at the entrance, leaving plenty of space for customers to stand there mesmerized. Items on sale are crowded into some back corner in an untended sloppiness devoid of appeal. And who wants to look at winter clothing at this point anyway?
                I started with a store that both DD1 and DD2 really like, only to find out that their sale had just ended. There wouldn’t be another one until June. No problem. I’d be back in three months’ time. So I went to DD3’s favourite store – a calculated risk since I might actually bump into her there. “Do you have anything on sale?” I asked the friendly clerk. “Yes,” she said, “just along the back wall and up the side a bit.” I looked. “Right under the big yellow signs that say ‘SALE’?” I smiled. She nodded graciously, and off I went. True to form, the sales racks held a mish-mash of items, but I worked my way through them, sought advice, and came up with four items to put under the tree for DD3. If I had made the purchase in December, I would have spent $127. Buying the clothing on sale in March, my bill came out to $51.

Keeping Track

                My job now will be to keep track. The Christmas budget we put together in December designated $300 in gifts for each of our children, and the way I see it, we’ve bought $127 of that total for DD3 already. My sister told me a cautionary tale of her own “smart Christmas shopping”. Not only does she buy gifts throughout the year; she also wraps them well in advance. Two years ago, her young adult son had plans to go north to find work, and in the months leading up to Christmas that year, my sister’s maternal worry worked fiercely upon her. On the morning of December 25th, my nephew opened up eight pairs of mittens. The first two or three were taken in stride, but by the time he got to pair number five, all he could say was, “Mom . . . It’s another pair of mitts.” Numbers six, seven, and eight brought on great laughter – always a good thing at Christmas. My sister hadn’t kept track, and since she had wrapped each pair after purchasing, she was as surprised as everyone else at all the mittens under the tree. Subconscious forces had turned her into a magnet for sales of outdoor winter clothing, and she had bought and spent far too much. But her son is now gainfully employed in the far north. And his hands are warm.
                I felt remarkably clever after my March Christmas shopping. The snow storm eventually stopped Wednesday night, and Thursday morning, still feeling high on an unaccustomed sense of competence, I woke up early with DH to shovel the driveway. Winter always looks best after a fresh snowfall under a bright sun, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was beautiful. Just like Christmas.

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Debt and “Wus” Parents: Reflections on Ramsey’s Rant about Teen Suing Mom & Dad

DH = Dear Husband

Eighteen-Year-Old Sues Parents

                In case you haven’t already heard about it, Rachel Canning, an eighteen-year-old from New Jersey, is suing her mother and father for living expenses and college fees. She left home because she didn’t want to live by the rules set by her parents after she had skipped school too many times. Canning lost her car privileges. (Her parents had paid for the car.) She had to abide by a curfew. She was not to see her boyfriend (apparently a bad influence). And she was not to skip school. Canning is now living with a friend, and the parents of this friend are footing the bill for her legal expenses.

Dave Ramsey: Our Debt-Reduction Guru

                It’s a bizarre story – extreme in exposing the entitlement of youth in our society – and it has drawn diatribes of outrage from far and wide. Dave Ramsey has offered one such rant. Ramsey is our debt-reduction guru. It was only after reading his book The Total Money Makeover that DH and I got onto the same page financially and started to attack our debt. In twenty-one months, we’ve paid off over $70,000 of a $257,000 grand total, and we acknowledge Ramsey as the inspiration behind our progress.
                There was a time when I would have dismissed him. A quintessential conservative from the American south, Ramsey’s wry, say-it-like-it-is style, his opinionated confidence, and his defiant disregard for political correctness would have made me disagree with him before even knowing what he had to say. Functioning in my prejudice, I would have written him off as a “right wing redneck”. I’m older and wiser now, and very glad that I paid attention to Ramsey’s message about debt.

Confessions of a “Wus” Parent

                But how about his message regarding parenting? Ramsey speaks with utter contempt about “wus” parents who allow their children to take over. He expresses disgust over a society that has become so “kid-centric” that we’ve abdicated our adult authority and responsibility. Essentially I agree with him, so why did I feel sheepish after I had listened to him? Perhaps it was the shock-value of his language. Or his unequivocal outrage. More likely, it was the realization that in practice, I fall short in the business of asserting strong parental leadership.
                Let me insert here – not a defence – but an understanding of parents who have gone too far in the trend of enabling their children. I can identify at least three influences that have made me “soft”:
  1. Some people are wired to confront and take charge, but some of us are genetically peace-loving. It is in our DNA to accommodate others and to avoid conflict.
  2. As the youngest of five children, I learned to fall in line with the agenda of my older siblings. That strategy worked for me as a child, and it became my default modus operendi.
  3. In the ‘80s, a prominent brand of parenting literature was all about removing constraints and giving freedom to children. They were not to be stifled, and the concept of asserting boundaries was overshadowed by the importance of fostering “self-esteem”. I entered young adulthood in the ‘80s, and I adopted this philosophy of parenting.
                Peace-loving, accommodating, accepting . . . these are not bad qualities. In measured doses and in the right situations, they can be fabulous. But like all characteristics, they have their negative manifestations. I know that they have at times combined to make me, as a parent, wishy-washy in making decisions, often compromising too much, and uncertain in establishing parameters. DH does not share these traits with me, and it’s been a chronic source of parenting conflict for us. I’m willing to bet that there are other moms and dads out there who can relate to this.
                I told DH about Ramsey’s rant, and he was keen to listen to it. DH gets a real kick out of people who are characters, and I watched him light up as the segment started. Chuckling at the language and the in-your-face absence of political correctness, DH had a few cathartic moments listening to Ramsey. “Amen!” he said at least three times throughout the eight-minute clip. “Yes!” “Dave is the man!”

Debt and Backbone

                And how is this all connected to debt? One of the biggest difficulties people face as they try to reduce their debt is the need to say “No” to their children on occasion and to make them accountable. “No, I won’t pay for that concert ticket.” “No, I won’t give you money to see a movie with your friends just because you’ve already spent all of your allowance.”  “If you want a cell phone, you’ll have to get a job so that you can pay for it.” The backlash can be intense, as Rachel Canning’s lawsuit shows. But we do our children a disservice every time we cave in.
                Ramsey, in his book The Total Money Makeover, writes with understanding about bad money management. As a young man, he had to file for bankruptcy. But humbled, and with the desire to make things better, he studied, sought advice, confronted unhealthy attitudes, adopted new habits – and changed. In his rant about “wus” parents, however, he speaks with no understanding of weak parental authority. He has no experience in this area. But I do. And I hereby declare that we too can humbly acknowledge our need to step up; we too can seek advice, get clarity on boundaries, confront unhealthy patterns, develop a backbone in ourselves, and foster resilience in our children. We too can change.  There is hope for “wus” parents just as there is hope for a bankrupt debtor.

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A Debtor’s Vision of Financial Freedom

FFF = Financially Free Friend

Winter Blues

                I can almost set my watch by it – the sense of depletion and resignation that settles in at this time of year. Although March has arrived, it has ushered in no signs of spring. The world is in deep freeze, and all the charms of life with it. “I want to open a coffee shop,” a colleague said to me yesterday. People’s fantasies of escape become more powerful as the winter blues take hold. You wouldn’t believe how lovely a trip south seems to me now!

Financial Freedom: The Pinnacle Point

                I know someone who has the freedom to take a trip in any direction she chooses at any season. She and her husband have been living past what Dave Ramsey calls “the Pinnacle Point” for several years now. “When your money makes more than you do, you are officially wealthy,” says Ramsey in The Total Money Makeover. “When you can comfortably live on your investment income, you are financially secure . . . You have reached the Pinnacle Point when you can live off 8 percent of your nest egg” (Ramsey, p. 212).
                My financially free friend (I’ll call her FFF), is discreet about her lifestyle. Recently, while staying in Hawaii, she sent an e-mail with a photo of the beach. Her words had an undercurrent of apology, the message essentially being, “We’re really having a great time, and I’d like to share that fact with you through some pictures, but I’m worried I’ll offend you by doing so. Is this OK?” I answered with a definitive, “Send as many photos as you like! Soak in every minute!” For many years, she and her husband have not worked, and travel has been a regular feature for them. Three weeks in Mexico. Five months in Spain. Week-ends in different North American cities to watch tennis matches . . .
                Life on the home front for FFF is likewise desirable. She and her husband live in a house that is beautiful, but not showy. They stay fit with cycling, tennis, yoga, and hiking. They read. They enjoy the company of different groups of friends and family. FFF has volunteered in the community, and her children, now young adults who have flown the nest, often visit with friends in tow. These are things that many of us do before we reach the Pinnacle Point, but I suspect I’m not alone in finding I have to squeeze them in. Grab twenty minutes at the gym between work and making supper. Read three pages before dropping off to sleep at night. Scramble to clean the house and cook a meal before the guests arrive. Financial freedom offers a buffer of time to ease the pace of life.
                It isn’t all roses for FFF. She has a significant health challenge to deal with. But even in times of difficulty, financial freedom is a real bonus. FFF has the resources and time to pursue different treatments, to seek out specialists, and to rest. Shocks hit us all, rich or poor, at one time or another. But there is shock absorption at the Pinnacle Point, and it offers at least some relief.

“Self-Actualization”

                I was surprised by a recent e-mail from FFF. Her husband has taken on part ownership of a local bicycle shop, and she has enrolled in an online course to become qualified to start a new career in translating. These job choices are not in line with the respective careers that each had before. “That’s called self-actualization,” said a colleague at work when I told him about it.
                When I think of financial freedom now, entrenched as I am in snow, ice, the winter blues, and mild cabin fever, visions of escape come to mind: sunshine, travel, restaurants . . . But it’s so much better than that. Financial freedom, as I see it reflected in the lives of FFF and her husband, offers time for family, friends, and community. Liberty to pursue interests. Support to ease tough times. Opportunities to develop skills and to strike out in exciting new directions.
                That’s a vision worth attaining. And I believe it’s within our reach, as surely as I believe the winter will pass.

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Debt and De-Cluttering

Unlikely connections

I’ve had a pinched tendon in my right shoulder for about five years now, and while it doesn’t bother me too much on a day-to-day basis, it has prevented me from swimming. For a life-long camper and a former competitive swimmer, it’s not an insignificant loss. My physiotherapist sometimes uses acupuncture, and one day, when she was addressing my shoulder’s limited range of motion, she placed a needle in my shin. “Try again,” she said. To my amazement, it worked.
            Most of us, when we experience a physical ailment, focus on the point of pain. But our bodies are so interconnected that treating an ankle can ease hip pain; treating the neck can solve back problems; and treating a shin can increase a shoulder’s range of motion. In the end, the biggest problem with my shoulder is poor posture. So if I want to be able to swim again, I have to work on standing up straight. Another interconnection.

Debt and de-cluttering

                In our efforts to reduce our debt, DH and I have recently taken on the task of de-cluttering our home. We take on a single cupboard or drawer each week-end, and so far, we haven’t made it out of the kitchen. “What does clutter have to do with debt?” you might ask. There’s no simple answer to that question, but I’m making some discoveries as we sift through our excess stuff.
  • We had 3 boxes of pancake mix. We only buy pancake mix when we go camping, so that means for the past three summers, I’ve purchased it when I didn’t need to. Why? I couldn’t even see the other boxes in our over-stuffed pantry.
  • We had 4 boxes of Graham Cracker crumbs. I only buy Graham Cracker crumbs in December for Christmas baking.  Same problem. I kept buying the boxes each December because I didn’t see the ones we already had.
  • We have two bottles of Worchester sauce – both nearly full.
  • We have more salt and pepper shakers than anybody needs.
  • For some of our spices, we had a bottle full AND a box full AND a bag full.
  • Packages of aging bread-making ingredients were on every shelf. DH used to make bread, but he hasn’t for years.
  • We had bags of dried beans, lentils, and quinoa that I’d barely opened. Every now and then I get on a healthy diet kick and decide to eat more beans and less meat. Apparently it never lasts. (Note to self: Get ready-to-eat canned beans if this inclination ever strikes again.)
  • We have some items – like containers, salt & pepper shakers, watering tubes for plants – in perfect condition, but we just don’t use them. “Throw them out,” DH said. I’ve put them aside for a garage sale.

So what have we learned? And how does it apply to debt?

  1. Where there’s chaos, it’s hard to discern the details, and poor choices are made. I bought pancake mix, Graham Cracker crumbs, Worchester sauce, and spices that I didn’t need simply because I couldn’t see that we already had them. Our pantry and cupboard are now so neat and organized that we can see everything clearly. Similarly, when our finances are in chaos, we don’t know what we have or what we owe, so we spend on the premise of uncertain information, and we spend too much. To the extent that we are current with our finances – everything is out in the open and clear – we make informed decisions about spending. And not spending.
  2. If we’re not real about what we can take on, we accumulate things we don’t use. My dad used to make bread, and I love the idea of DH making bread, but he just hasn’t had time to do so since he started his business. So we’ve thrown out all those old ingredients. And I really would like to eat more beans, lentils, and quinoa, but until we discover easy recipes that we really like, I won’t buy bags of the stuff on inspiration. Similarly, we have to get real about our spending priorities. I would love to fly south right about now, for instance – as many of my friends are doing – but we’ve taken on debt-reduction. And we can’t have it both ways.

Eighth Slice out of Debt #3

                February is typically a slower month for DH’s business. So I find it encouraging that he’s putting $3,000 against the business debt this month. Debt #3 was $80,800 when we started our journey out of debt, and now it’s down to $45,300. Such a long way to go, but I think we’re on to something. There are more cupboards and drawers to clean out in our house. And the basement. And the garage. We’ll keep tossing and re-organizing and setting things aside to sell. And hopefully our de-cluttered home will be reflected in de-cluttered finances, and our debt will go down. It’s a reasonable hope I think. A needle in my shin increased my shoulder’s range of motion, and good posture will let me swim. So why shouldn’t housecleaning help us get out of debt?

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A Debtor’s Glimpses into Financial Wisdom: What Tough Times Show

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Personal Finance: A Taboo Topic

                In the normal course of events, money-savvy is not something that people disclose. Personal finance is considered personalin our society, and very rarely does it come up in conversation. For some, it’s a taboo subject – very bad form to mention. Too often, it’s only when tough times hit that a person’s financial wisdom becomes apparent.

Loss of Income

                I was speaking with a woman after church one Sunday a couple of months ago, and she told me that her husband had recently lost his job. Fortunately, he had secured a position with another company, but his pay would be significantly lower. A home-schooling, stay-at-home mother of a very large family, she was remarkably calm as she related this change in situation. “Are you going to be OK?” I asked. “You’ll be able to manage the mortgage and bills?” She looked around to make sure nobody was in ear shot. “We paid off our mortgage four years ago,” she whispered, as though confiding a dark secret. The sudden loss of income was not going to be an issue for this big family. Had they been carrying the average household debt, the job loss and lower pay would have been extremely stressful. Because they had no debt and knew how to live simply, they were able to absorb the changes without worry.

Marriage Break-Down

                Although statistics indicate that married couples have only about a 50% chance of staying together, I’m always shocked when I learn of a marital break-up. When one seemingly rock-solid couple I knew separated a few years ago, I was more than shocked. I was deeply worried. The four children were still young, and the woman was a stay-at-home mom.  But devastating as the break up was, it wasn’t followed by the usual disruptions. The family home was not sold. The woman did not seek employment or daycare provision. She continued to be a stay-at-home mom. Now navigating the challenges of raising four teen-agers, she is able to devote all of her energies to the monumental task at hand. Too many single moms are spread impossibly thin and are depleted by overwhelming financial anxiety. But this single mom isn’t. Debt-free and cushioned by years of frugal living and disciplined saving, she has been able to weather a terribly difficult time.

Death

                I know two different men who lost their wives far too early to cancer, and then lost their own incomes – one due to downsizing, and the other because of a concussion that made him unable to do his job. It’s always difficult to approach people in grief. What can be said? Especially when tragedy has been followed by more misfortune? In both men, I have been surprised to see a remarkable peace. Each is grateful for opportunities to speak about the love of his life. Each devotes himself to his teen and young adult children and to hobbies and interests that seem to find their way to people who aren’t spending their hours in an office. Each was debt-free long before tragedy struck, and for neither is grief being compounded by financial stress.

 Time to Open up?

                Every single one of these financially wise people I know would say that money is not everything. Not even close.  But they are shining examples of what good money management can do for us when we encounter hard times. And we will encounter hard times. Each one of us. It’s a given. When DH went through six years of under-employment, we were debt-ridden, and there were times of such stress and unhappiness that I didn’t know if we’d last. The alternative is so much better: no debts; money saved for a rainy day; ready to weather the storm. Such commonplace wisdom. So rarely practiced.  And so rarely discussed.
                Have you seen evidence of someone’s financial wisdom in hard times? Do you think that personal finance should remain a “personal” subject? Or should we open up about it? I’d love to know your thoughts on this topic.
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Mindset for Debt-Reduction: 3 Wise Men

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Log Jam of Debt

DH and I are truly sick of our debt. With huge business expenses in December and serial vet bills in January, our debt-reduction has been painfully slow lately, and we’re stewing in exasperation. We’re ready to do something radical to bust this log jam of debt. We just don’t know what. 
When the same bit of wisdom is presented to me from three different sources in a powerful way and in a short period of time, I take hold of it with the understanding, This is for me; I’d better pay attention. In the past few months, I have been struck by the message and/or example of three different men, and I’m paying attention.

Anthony de Mello

                Born in Bombay, India in 1931, de Mello became a Jesuit priest and a psychotherapist who taught and wrote about spirituality. Although he was widely known before his death in 1987, DH and I had never heard of him until this past fall when a friend sent us a link to a YouTube audio recording of one of de Mello’s seminars. Over the next couple of weeks we devoured all eight hours of it, and I have since read three of de Mello’s books.
                “Happiness is our natural state,” he says in Awareness: The Perils and Opportunities of Reality. “Happiness is the natural state of little children, to whom the kingdom belongs until they have been polluted and contaminated by the stupidity of society and culture. To acquire happiness you don’t have to do anything, because happiness cannot be acquired. Does anybody know why? Because we have it already. How can you acquire what you already have? Then why don’t you experience it? Because you’ve got to drop something. You’ve got to drop illusions. You don’t have to add anything in order to be happy; you’ve got to drop something. Life is easy, life is delightful. It’s only hard on your illusions, your ambitions, your greed, your cravings.”

Sixto Rodriguez (Searching for Sugar Man)

                Looking online for good movies one Friday night in November, DH came across the title Searching for Sugar Man. He watched it with a friend and then told me, “You have GOT to see this movie!” When I asked him what it was about, he said it was a documentary, but he refused to tell me anything more. “Just watch it. Trust me.” The next week I did watch it, DH sitting eagerly by my side to catch my reaction. He was right. What a fantastic movie! And I’m so glad he hadn’t told me anything about it. It was wonderful to discover the story as it unfolded.  (Spoiler alert: If you haven’t already watched Searching for Sugar Man, skip to the next section.)
                An American folk singer of Mexican heritage, Sixto Rodriguez was considered up-and-coming by powerful people in the music industry in the late sixties and early seventies, and he released two albums. They went nowhere, and Rodriguez faded into obscurity. He raised his three children, worked as a labourer in Detroit, and for twenty-five years was completely unaware that in a country on the other side of the world, he had become a legend. Hundreds of thousands of his records had sold to teenagers in South Africa through the seventies. Released as CDs in the nineties, his albums were still being purchased by the next generation of a nation where everyone understood he was dead.
                Thanks to the efforts of two ardent fans to discover how Rodriguez had died, in 1997 South Africans discovered instead that he was still living. Eager to host him, they flew the Detroit labourer and his daughters to their country in 1998, and for the first time, Rodriguez sang to his South African fans in person – and they sang every single word along with him.
Six visits and thirty concerts later, Rodriguez was asked how he felt about missing out on all those years of possibility – of a better life. “I’m not sure it would have been better,” he said in his quiet way. Twenty-five years of hard labour, poverty, and unappreciated talent, and he wasn’t sure that fame and fortune would have been better? “It was so sweet,” he said, full of emotion, about his first concert in South Africa. But it did not change him. He continued to live humbly in his old house in Detroit, giving most of the money that came his way to friends and family. Happy to sing again, he was neither overwhelmed by adulation nor spoiled by sudden wealth. He took it all in stride and stuck with his simple lifestyle in enduring contentment.

Mr. Money Moustache (M.M.M.)

The first time I heard of Mr. Money Moustache, I was in the car listening to the radio. Canadian-born and now living in the US, he was being disparaged for his miserly ways, and someone said he looked like a seventies porn star. I wasn’t paying much attention. A few months after DH and I started our journey out of debt though, someone asked me if I read Mr. Money Moustache’s blog. I automatically rolled my eyes, said “no”, and since the person who asked thought he was bizarre, that was it. How quickly I had been biased against him by the demeaning quip of a radio announcer!
A couple of months ago, an anonymous comment on my blog referred to Mr. Money Moustache in positive terms. The woman who wrote it was enthusiastic in her praise of M.M.M. saying that she and her husband were now on track to retire early and debt-free because of his influence. She invited me to read his blog, recommending especially his early posts which explain his unique situation.
When I checked out his blog, I cringed at the moustache – probably still influenced by that seventies porn star comment – but I read, and was properly humbled. M.M.M. and his wife worked for nine years after graduating from university and then retired at age thirty. Now a thirty-something couple, they are raising their son without any financial stress. No mortgage to pay. No worries about job insecurity. Complete financial freedom. How is this even possible?
M.M.M. and his wife lived without excess through their nine years of work. They were well-paid, but they were not tempted by the siren calls of materialism and “lifestyle” that lead most of us to our debts. Ridiculed by friends who drove sexier cars, wore finer clothes, travelled and dined out, they lived very simply – and saved hand over fist. Together, they invested $4,000 per month, and after nine years of compound interest, they had a nest egg of $700, 000. And they’re living happily ever after.
I’ve read a few of M.M.M.’s withering insights to DH, like this one from a recent post in which he responds to a detailed analysis of “the retirement issue” published in a newspaper:  “Let’s be clear about this: The retirement issue in this country is because people are buying way too much sh** they don’t need, pampering themselves with ridiculous lattes, restaurants, shoes, and massages, and riding around constantly in huge bullsh** bank-financed trucks for no reason.” Offensive? DH didn’t think so. He wants to hear more from M.M.M.  And funny thing, I get a kick out of that moustache now.

What We Are Going To Do

                Anthony de Mello, Sixto Rodriguez, and Mr. Money Moustache all share a common wisdom. Materialism and exorbitant lifestyle don’t buy happiness. Happiness is found in simplicity. The promises of credit cards, banks, and ads are hollow. And yet so many of us hold so firmly to them that we’re in chronic debt – something that robs us of happiness.
                “I want to purge,” DH said earlier this week. “We’ve got so much stuff.” So this week-end, that’s what we’re going to do. Starting with the kitchen, we’re going to weed out stuff. It’s not with a plan to sell anything – though that’s a possibility. The main objective is to shed, drop, simplify. It’s a very tangible move in what I think is a good direction. It won’t clear our debt, but I’ve heard that setting one’s house in order plays out positively in other areas of life – including one’s finances. So much clutter jamming up our debt-reduction. Time to clear it away.

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Worries about Vet Made Worse by Debt

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Budget Blues

                Wednesday night of this past week, DH and I sat down to balance the books for January and to prepare our budget for February.  It was the single most depressing budget talk we have ever had. Budgeting for us is at best a necessary evil, but this week’s revelations brought us to a place of numb hopelessness.
January business for DH was better than we had thought it would be. He was away for one week with an old friend on a snowboarding trip, paid in full upfront, and since he’s self-employed, we knew there would be no income for those seven days. He had a great time, and we felt it was well worth the sacrifice in terms of income. But some unexpected big orders made up for his one week off, and we thought we were in for a good payment against our debt after all. “$2,500 at least,” DH said.

Vet Bills & Ugly Thoughts

Then the vet bills came in. $450 for the original x-rays which revealed a bladder stone and possible heart disease. $830 for an ultrasound and a consultation with a specialist who gave us the good news that Rocky’s heart was fine – and the bad news that he actually had several bladder stones that were a crisis waiting to happen. $1,370 for surgery to remove the stones. If you do the math, you can probably figure it out. We will not be able to put anything against the debt for the month of January.  We have had seven such months over the last year: 2 because of slow business; 4 because we had to save for a new roof and a tree removal; now 1 more because of vet bills. Ugh!
“I feel like we’re on a treadmill going nowhere,” DH said Wednesday night. Rocky’s surgery was to happen the next day – on Thursday – and we looked ahead to it with dread. Not because we were worried about Rocky, but because we thought it would be just one more in a stream of vet bills that would stretch morbidly into the future. There was regret and resentment that we had ever bought a dog in the first place. I really hate to say this, but we found ourselves warming to the thought that perhaps things would go terribly wrong on the operating table . . .
After a poor sleep Wednesday night, I took Rocky to the vet Thursday morning feeling agitated and conflicted. I knew I would get an update sometime in the early afternoon, so when the phone rang for me at work at 2:00, I braced myself. “The vet called,” DH told me. “He said one of Rocky’s stones was big and multi-pronged. He said it looked like an instrument of medieval torture – he’d never seen anything like it.” Along with other smaller stones it had been removed, and Rocky was doing well. I was surprised by the power of relief that flooded me – relief at a sense of finality. The root of Rocky’s pain was gone. The vet bill saga was over.
Poor little guy had a cone over his head and personality-altering drugs in his system when I brought him home Thursday night. He was absolutely dear in his stunned state, and we all molly-coddled him shamelessly. He’s to have a quiet two weeks of recovery before the stitches come out and the cone comes off, and in that time we’ll have our challenges. What’s the best way to feed him? What can we do about the snow he shovels up with his cone every time he goes outside? We’re having some good giggles as we try to navigate the obstacles though, and laughter over this matter is a welcome thing.

Reflection & Resolve

I can’t help but acknowledge the fact that our debt has made this episode much more difficult than it needed to be. It would have been challenging and worrisome enough just to get all the testing and procedures done. We didn’t need the added stress of financial anxiety. We didn’t need to be reduced to guilty thoughts of surgery-gone-bad. Debt weakens us when trouble arises, draining us – making us less effective in dealing with it. So DH and I are left with a greater-than-ever desire to fight our debt down – though we’ve never felt more frustrated by our inability to do so.  Time to tap into some serenity. We’ll do our best, and we’ll let go of what is beyond our control. February is a new month, and we have a reasonable hope that it will be free of vet bills. On we go.

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