Tales of a Recession Grad: A birthday without indulgence
by: Niki Payne
It’s a Friday night, just two days before my 24th birthday, and I couldn’t be more depressed. I just received a reminder from one of my four student loan lenders reminding me that my loan would be entering repayment status on Dec. 22. My heart sank. I’m running out of time and my paycheck isn’t getting any bigger. I am determined to find a way to monetize my skills and thereby increase my earning potential. There doesn’t seem to be any other way out of this pickle other than to work harder and make more money.
Taking action
I recently applied to the Chicago School of Professional Psychology as a last-ditch attempt to buy myself more time and to enhance, not just my earning potential but my credibility as a writer and entrepreneur through the pursuit of a certificate degree in consumer psychology. It’s looking very likely that I’ll get accepted into the six month online program based on my college GPA and my current work experience. All I have left to do at this stage is send in my $25 application fee and write a 500 word statement of purpose (which should be a breeze). Once I get accepted, I’ll have to file the FAFSA and apply for yet another student loan…. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I want to focus on getting accepted first.
In my last blog entry, I mentioned that it was time to enlist the aid of a professional. So I shared my story, and my fears, with Unlock Your Wealth Radio who gladly took me on as sort of a case study, or protegé if you will. Over the next 13 weeks, Heather Wagenhals, the show’s host, will be offering me weekly financial coaching as long as I’m willing to openly discuss this treacherous journey I’m about to embark on for her radio show. I have three months to combine my debt and somehow manage to increase my earning potential all for the sake of being able to afford rent because my brother and I will be homeless. For the time being, my brother is staying with his girlfriend (at least he has that to look forward to; I’ve got no one), and I am house sitting for a friend’s dad who went out town until the school year is over. By the year’s end, we’re pretty much on our own.
At this point in my life, I figured what have I got to lose? I only have everything to gain from something like this. Without hesitating a moment , I gladly agreed to share with others my journey towards financial independence, something I’ve been striving for since I first left home for college five years ago.
Financial coaching
During my first coaching session last week, I was asked to start collecting all my receipts. “Do not judge, just spend as you normally do,” she says to me. So I’ve been keeping my receipts and other documentation of my daily expenses in an envelope I carry in my purse for more than a week now. Everyday, it keeps getting thicker and thicker, and quite frankly, it stresses me out.
Just a couple of days ago, I had to get emergency repair work done on my car because I hydroplaned on the freeway while it was raining! Thank heavens I was driving slow since I was completely aware that I was driving with bald tires that should have been replaced a year ago. I spent $780 on new tires, a much-needed wheel alignment, an oil change, a transmission flush and other related maintenance that was standard for my car at the 45,000 mile mark. (”You need a guy to go with you next time,” my friend tells me).
During my coaching session this week, I sent Heather all my financial statements so she could make an adequate assessment of my current finances. “We have a lot of work to do with you,” she said to me when I told her I cashed out my 401(k) and no longer had a retirement plan in place.
She also made a rather radical suggestion that I would have never thought to do. She advised me to max out my allowances on my paycheck so that I can get the most money out of my paycheck. Though I like the idea of getting more out of my paycheck, I thought this suggestion was absolutely absurd considering I now owe the United States Treasury about $3000 in back taxes (don’t ask).
“It’s better to break even or owe at the end of the year than it is to get a refund check,” she said to me. If only she could have seen the perplexed look on my face. You’ve got to be kidding me, I said to myself. I’m sure this might be true assuming you can save enough money at the end of the year to pay taxes.
Last year, when I was working as an independent contractor for a start-up company, I was acutely aware that I would be paying taxes as the end of the year so I set aside about 20 percent of every paycheck and put it into my savings account so that I’d have enough to pay my taxes. (I actually used to be very financially savvy with my three years of banking experience, ironically). I actually managed to successfully save about $3000 to pay my taxes. But then the economy tanked and my contracted employer didn’t really have much for me to do. With less to do, I worked fewer hours, and by the end of 2008, I had no choice but to tap into my tax money.
By the start of 2009, I was basically an unemployed freelance writer writing for literally pennies as a singles columnist. With so much time to focus on my dream career as a columnist, I was temporarily at my peak. In February, I was actually listed as the No. 1 Relationship Examiner for the month. But then they recruited more writers and I went down to No. 4 the following month until eventually, I was drowned out by a sea of other freelance writers. When I got a “real” job, my writing career pretty much slowed down with my constant struggles to survive and keep myself afloat amid a sea of rough, choppy waters.
Hanging by a thread
Submerged in a sea of debt, I still manage to hang on to the one thing that keeps this little-engine-that-could running – hope. Without hope, I would have died inside a long time ago. I hope for a better life and will do whatever it takes to have the life I want. I know in my heart that the power of wealth is within me. All I need is a little push in the right direction, and I can pretty much take it from there.
This year, my birthday will be without indulgence. I pledged to Heather that I would not incur any further debt this weekend. It’s quite the challenge considering I’m the only person who will treat myself to a decent birthday. My family life is severely warped, my best friend lives in San Francisco, and I don’t even have a significant other to consider as my family. So, of course, I like to do what every woman likes to do when she’s sad – engage in retail therapy. I want to get a hair cut, get my nails done, buy new shoes, a new outfit, new earrings. I want to look and feel like money. But wait…
I AM money, and the power of wealth is within me. With wealth will come independence. And with independence, I have full faith that everything else in my life will somehow fall into place.
All I want for my birthday is freedom – financial freedom.