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bank in Kansas. I opened it when I lived there, but moved away over a decade ago.</p><p id="8ec3">Since it is a small bank, it is can be highly inconvenient to get my money out. Excellent.</p><p id="713f">I do have a debit card, but I keep it out of my wallet and in a safe place. Safe from me.</p><p id="d684">I know that I sound like some kind of drug addict at this point, but it is all good.</p><h2 id="91d9">My habits</h2><p id="14ef">I have this nasty habit of paying bills and buying necessities…then blowing the rest because, life is short, baby! Wooooo!</p><p id="6bbb">I tell myself it is okay because I paid the bills and bought things like food.</p><h2 id="4d27">The change</h2><p id="a85e">Now. I used to keep a large emergency fund. You know how they say to have three months of expenses saved, just in case?</p><p id="33ca">I had 12 months. Then the just in case happened. It was a hellish year, but we pulled through.</p><p id="

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5688">I guess I expected a freaking cookie over how responsible I had been. How I had prepared so hard and weathered the storm.</p><p id="4e98">But on month 13, when the money ran out and I was still struggling to get my life back together…</p><p id="d3a9">I was thrown into the pile of scum bags, as far as creditors and society were concerned. Just another low life who can’t pay.</p><p id="803a">Probably an idiot. Probably a drunk. Probably never learned about good financial planning on account of being too stupid and lazy.</p><p id="b624">Man. It fucking hurt.</p><p id="5dd8">So now? I have a small secret account for the just in case. Away from myself. Where it is safe.</p><p id="7062">But I don’t think about it and I don’t work to make it impressively large.</p><p id="af56">You never know when disaster will strike and when it does, all you have are memories of the good times.</p><p id="320b">So make them good!</p></article></body>

The Secret Bank Account

Notes on saving money

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Despite the opinion of some, I’m fairly decent with money. At least…decent enough.

I have a few weaknesses. I love to travel. I love to go to theme parks. I love to spend too much at the bookstore.

Years ago, I took drastic measures against myself.

I opened up a bank account.

Right. I already had a checking and a saving account. This was something else.

A secret account!

The method

I have a few different streams of income, and of those, I have diverted a small amount to my hidden savings account.

This account is at a small local bank in Kansas. I opened it when I lived there, but moved away over a decade ago.

Since it is a small bank, it is can be highly inconvenient to get my money out. Excellent.

I do have a debit card, but I keep it out of my wallet and in a safe place. Safe from me.

I know that I sound like some kind of drug addict at this point, but it is all good.

My habits

I have this nasty habit of paying bills and buying necessities…then blowing the rest because, life is short, baby! Wooooo!

I tell myself it is okay because I paid the bills and bought things like food.

The change

Now. I used to keep a large emergency fund. You know how they say to have three months of expenses saved, just in case?

I had 12 months. Then the just in case happened. It was a hellish year, but we pulled through.

I guess I expected a freaking cookie over how responsible I had been. How I had prepared so hard and weathered the storm.

But on month 13, when the money ran out and I was still struggling to get my life back together…

I was thrown into the pile of scum bags, as far as creditors and society were concerned. Just another low life who can’t pay.

Probably an idiot. Probably a drunk. Probably never learned about good financial planning on account of being too stupid and lazy.

Man. It fucking hurt.

So now? I have a small secret account for the just in case. Away from myself. Where it is safe.

But I don’t think about it and I don’t work to make it impressively large.

You never know when disaster will strike and when it does, all you have are memories of the good times.

So make them good!

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