Do you like to read? Books, I mean. Do you like to read books?
I could be wrong, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that the answer is probably yes. I’m basing this on my assumption that there’s a fairly sizable overlap in the Venn diagram of people who read blogs for fun and people who read books for fun.
Okay, next question: Do you currently, or have you ever in your life, owned a large book collection?
I don’t usually post on Mondays, but this Monday is different. Guess why…
As I mentioned last week, I’m starting a new job in a couple weeks. And this means that I have a lot more clarity on certain topics than I did a month ago. I know where I’m going to be working, I know what my salary will be, and I know when and where I’m supposed to show up on my first day.
But there are a lot of details that I don’t know yet, and I’m feeling very impatient about finding them out. If you could put a magical microphone up to my brain and listen in on my thoughts for a few moments, they would sound something like this (imagine me talking reallyreallyfast):
Hi everyone! Today, instead of a regular post, I’m co-hosting Financially Savvy Saturdays! This is a link-up to connect bloggers who write about personal finance and to help spread the word about awesome blogs and articles that you may not have discovered yet. So take a few minutes and scroll down to find links to more great personal finance writing by writers from all around the web.
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I don’t know about you, but I spend a lot of time thinking back on decisions I made five or ten or fifteen years ago and wondering where I’d be today if I’d done things differently. Especially decisions related to money and career. What if I hadn’t gone to grad school? What if I hadn’t taken out any student loans? What if I’d put $100—or more—into my Roth IRA every month consistently for the past ten years?
Friends, today I ask for your advice on an important decision I’m currently pondering. A decision involving…apples.
So, January was a strange month for me for many reasons, not the least of which is that I have been unemployed and living off my emergency fund. Before I finished my PhD last month, I had been accustomed to getting up early, commuting in to work, working from 8 or 9 in the morning until 5 or 6 in the evening, and collecting a paycheck each week. And contrary to what is sometimes assumed about student lifestyles, I did not have time off during summers or between semesters, nor (with relatively few exceptions) did I take vacations or personal days or even sick days. So after five and a half years of that ongoing daily schedule, its sudden disappearance has felt profoundly odd.