Sort of like the sex posts I’ve gotten tons of private responses to my money blog.
Thank you all for having this conversation with me.
The last post was a history of how I have money to share.
I’m pretty sure you could read the feelings of conflict in that story.
Fundamentally I feel really really lucky. A sense of luck, and honestly if you could take the edge of off the word, of entitlement, has been surrounding me as far back as I can remember.
Once again, to let my actions explain my mental state…
I don’t plan to leave my boys money. My mother may/will, and I hope I can be executor of those trusts, and save them for things like school, and housedownpayments. Even so it will effect their trajectory.
There might have been something to that 35 year old trust of my grandmothers.
I am a non conformist. Having money has, like my father, enabled me to live that way unchallenged. I am almost 40 and have spent in total 4 years of my life working for other people. One of them in a Harvard research lab where the head scientist had somehow literally and figuratively left the building, two of them as Ed of non profits accountable to boards who for the most part were simply happy to have me, and teaching, where as integration facilitator I made the plans and answered to no one. The principal wanted to pretend I didn’t exist, and when he balked I had the law and scary statistics on my side.
I don’t think I have ever called anyone my boss.
What if I had? Would I be thinner (more disciplined), happier?
I don’t know. There is no control group for me. But the bottom line is, I feel lucky, but don’t want to share this kind of luck with my kids.
Money changes everything.