This is the first installment in my “Path to a Million” series. I will use these posts to track my family’s net worth over time to record the progress we try to make in reducing expenses, eliminating debt, increasing our income and saving as much as possible to retire early and in style.
I have chosen a quarterly format which will give me enough time between updates to make leaps, recover from setbacks and fine tune anything that might not work as well as I would have wanted to. But it’s frequent enough to make it consistent, keep it interesting and prevent me from being complacent. I will also schedule it for the last Monday of the quarter, making it a “Monday Motivation” post both for myself and for those who might stumble upon it.
With that said, I am a bit apprehensive about posting this. For starters, it feels a little like financial exhibitionism. Telling people how much you are worth in detail is like being naked, in part because of the stigma we attach to money. We tend to tie our self-worth to our net worth, in part due to a capitalist society built on poverty exploitation that has turned us into money-worshiping cult followers. In fact, even rich people have been known to inflate how rich they are, with some resulting to threats of litigation when the overinflation of their wealth is brought into question. (I don’t want to get sued so I won’t say his name, but you know who he is…)
But I’ve decided that I have nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, my story is one of inspiration. What do I have to lose by telling it? Either a bunch of people are going to see the details and be inspired or no one will even see it. I can’t lose and scenario 2 is more likely to happen anyway.
I am a 31-year old first generation American woman of color who started out with $5,000 almost 10 years ago in May of 2007 when I finished my bachelors. That $5,000 was composed of $1,000 I had saved after working part time all 4 years of college, $1,000 my dad gave me as a graduation present and $3,000 I got in monetary gifts from various guests at a surprise party my cousin threw for me. My first experience at “investing” was putting that $5k in a long-term CD at Bank of America where I was getting 5% at the time. That CD, my clothes and a 2000 Honda Accord was all I had in my name. No inheritance, no stocks, no homes. While I know I’m more fortunate than many others, I still have to point out that this was as close to starting from scratch as you could get. But I’m on a path to a million and I want to take you with me one quarter at a time. Your first insight is how things have changed 9.5 years later.
Without further ado…