Re-blogged from Via Ex Machina about why it is so difficult just to stand on your own two financial feet nowdays.
I’m 39 years old. I’m the father of five-year-old twins, a husband, and a pastor. I’m tired – exhausted, even – much of the time. I routinely put in 50+ hour weeks between all three of my aforementioned responsibilities (in truth, more like 90+). I make a decent, though hardly lavish and at times barely adequate, salary. One day I hope to retire, but seeing that just about every penny that currently comes in goes right back out to our median-range mortgage, our cars (both run-of-the-mill Hyundais), utilities, groceries, our kids, and other basic expenses I’m not terribly optimistic. We’re saving what we can, but it’s a far cry from what we really need to accumulate a sufficient nest egg.
I’m tired and, yes, a bit jaded. But more than anything I’m dismayed. I’m dismayed that folks like Robert A. Hall seem to think that the mess we’re in is…
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