Sold My Soul to the Company Store

<p>Agonizing over the dips in my 401K, obsessing over savings calculators, making weekly visits to the Coinstar machine; I am determined to squirrel away enough to escape the capitalist merry-go-round.</p> <p>It seems that I pester my wife daily with long-range calculations and new strategies for financial independence.</p> <p>&ldquo;If we can save just $50 more each month, we can have such-and-such income by the time we turn 85.&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;Wow. That&rsquo;s nice, Babe.&rdquo;</p> <p>My wife is smart. She has developed an adaptive technique of only allocating 5% of her attention to my rantings on retirement savings. The other 95% is better devoted to other things. Besides, the retirement &ldquo;plan&rdquo; changes on a whim, and so there&rsquo;s no point in tuning in each time.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/sold-my-soul-to-the-company-store-25152e5a897b"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>
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