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March 30, 2005

How A Small Saving Spark Can Create a Raging Inferno

© 2005 Darlene Arechederra

It's true, you know. Even the smallest of sparks has the power to create a raging inferno! The good news? It works the same with a mere ten dollars!

Years ago, I had a just-over-minimum-wage job that paid me only once a month. And out of that one check came my rent, used-car payment, utilities, and health and auto insurance. I paid all my regular bills the same week I got paid.

I divided the other expenses (gas, food, etc.) by four, then set aside the weekly cash for them in separate envelopes. It was the only way I could see to survive a whole month until the next payday.

It was tough, and sometimes I wondered if I'd ever get ahead.

I couldn't afford magazines back then. But in the employee lounge at work, I came across an article with a really cool chart. The chart drew a picture of how much money I could save in a 401(k) account after 40 years -- based on adding only ten dollars a month.

You see, those ten-dollar amounts would compound over time. They'd create a nest egg for me -- even if I stopped contributing down the road. Time was my friend, the article said.

And you know what? It *clicked.* I understood what it was saying. Time *was* my friend. I had very little money, but as far as I knew, (smile) I did have time.

That day, I clipped the chart out of the magazine and taped it inside my organizer. I'd see it every time I opened my calendar. And I'd wonder what it would be like to have money down the road. Money to take care of myself, regardless of my future marital status. Who knew what the future held for me?

But, was it really possible to find that ten dollars to get started?

That chart became a powerful incentive for me. It gave me hope. It made me determined to do something, even if on a small scale.

Over the next few weeks, I stopped wondering *if* I could find ten bucks. I began to focus on *how* I'd find the money.

But, find it, I did! I focused on food and household products. Each payday, I'd buy one different item in a jumbo size. Something like laundry soap that I used on a regular basis. And I checked to make sure that I really was saving money by buying a larger size.

A family-sized pack of hamburger was split up into sections and frozen. It would become many meals. All leftovers were transformed into omelets, soups and other yummy treats.

This simple strategy allowed me to shop less often, kept me out of the stores (temptation) and helped me live on less.

And along the way, I learned a really valuable lesson. Even though I couldn't save a lot, that little bit was all I needed.

Tucking it away on a regular basis is what makes the difference. It isn't the amount that counts.

That chart still brings a smile to my face, even after all these years. It reminds me of that small spark that became a raging inferno for me. How freeing it was to discover that a mere ten dollars could change my entire future in such a large way!

So, how about you? Have you found your own tiny spark? Something that motivates you, tugs at you to set aside a bit of money?

Why not create a scrapbook? Clip those money-saving morsels you come across!

Consider printing web articles that motivate you (set your printer to draft quality--it's nice enough to read and costs less). Place your articles or tips in a three-ring binder.

These are wonderful gifts to give yourself. (They make great gifts for others, too--especially newlyweds.)

Now you can page through your binder or scrapbook when you need a fresh idea. Or even when you're having a bad day or feeling down due to a lack of funds. You may rediscover something you had forgotten all about.

Remember, one tiny spark is all you need!

March 19, 2005

Dean Martin's Nickel Breakfast

Copyright © 2005 Paul Kyriazi
Author of "Live the James Bond Lifestyle"
bondlife.com

When singers Dean Martin and Sonny King were first starting out, they had little money. They would go to a restaurant that served 2 donuts, coffee, and orange juice for a nickel.

Sonny stayed outside while Dean ate one donut, half the coffee and juice. Then Sonny would go in and say, "Hey Dean, you've got an important call." Dean would say, "Okay, why don't you finish my breakfast." which Sonny did.

After doing this several times, the manager caught on and said, "Hey, you guys don't have to do this. Just come in together and I'll serve you both for a nickel. You can pay me back sometime in the future.

Years later, Dean and Sonny searched for the manager and gave him $25,000 each.

A nice story, with many morals, for the new year.

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Paul Kyriazi - Live the James Bond Lifestyle at:
BondLife.com

Dean Martin's Nickel Breakfast

Going with your Gut...

A friend and I had gotten together and decided to exercise on a regular basis.  We started out walking just twice a week at a small church locally that has an indoor track.  Then we attended orientation so we could use the exercise equipment.  All went well.

But, then...  I found myself not excited to go.  I really don't enjoy *exercising* if you know what I mean.  I do love walking, though.

So, what was the problem?  Why had I already lost interest in walking at the track?

This has gone on for several weeks.  And I think I finally figured out what the problem was.  At the indoor track, there are three *lanes,* all based on speed.  So, depending on what speed you're walking, you should be in a particular lane.

People are all walking in the same direction.  Weaving in and out around you.  Forcing you to either speed up or slow down.  I find that uncomfortable. 

Part of the reason I love walking is that I am at peace when I'm walking.  I'm absorbing the air, the scenery.  Grateful that I'm able to enjoy walking and all it entails.  Here on the indoor track, I found none of that.

Tonight, my friend and I were due to go walking, but something in me pulled back.  Instead of going to the indoor track, I suggested we walk near work where there are trails.  Outdoors in the fresh air.  With the deer on the hill finding their dinner before the sun goes down.  The lakes shimmering in perfection.  The sun warming me, urging me on.  Thirty five degrees, and I was loving it, lol.

Yep.  Problem solved.  I need to be outdoors, breathing all that fresh air.  That's what this country girl needs.  Wide open spaces and fresh air.

Now I'm content.  I'm at peace.  And I feel great again because I got out there and walked tonight.  No more excuses, no more delays.  And next time, perhaps I'll listen to my gut a little sooner.

dar