One day, I’m going to retire. This day is by no means in the foreseeable future, but it’s out there. Taunting me. It knows I’ll be well into my golden years by the time I can afford to leave the workforce. It knows I’ll probably have more medications and doctor’s appointments by the time I punch my last timecard. However, the one thing my retirement day does not know for sure is how much money is going to be socked away in the National Bank of Staci.
Financial planning is not my strong suit. That half of my brain never fully developed – along with the part of the brain that remembers song lyrics… I can never remember song lyrics. But I digress. Like most people dreaming of their retirement, I’d like to have enough money saved to travel the world, take care of my family and still afford a grilled cheese sandwich at the end of the day. Now, I don’t want to delve into any statements about the shaky economic times that we’re currently experiencing. I’m not an economist, and I’m certainly not qualified to explain it. All I know for sure is I need to look out for myself and for my family’s finances. Because no one else is going to — and no one else should have to. It’s my grown-up responsibility.
With that being said, I’ve been working on my financial future. Stocks, bonds, IRAs, retirement accounts – you name it. To be honest, I’m not 100 percent sure of what I’m doing. But whatever I’m doing, I’m doing it with gusto! Go big money…no whammies! Of course, my “big money” isn’t really that big – yet. But ask me again in 40 years. I might just be able to buy you a grilled cheese sandwich too! Hmmm, then again, maybe I should consult a financial planner from the List. Just in case.
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