$100,000 Net Worth: The Yearly Breakdown

I’m sick right now — just a bad cold — and haven’t been able to focus all day. Which strikes me as a perfect opportunity to write up my progress to a $100K net worth.

Here’s the big picture:

After a year-long false start, my tracking in Mint picked up in May 2014, the month before I crossed into positive net worth territory. Fortunate! Counting from summer to summer also tracks with my academic-year salary shifts — not completely since each contract didn’t begin and end at the same time, but fairly close. (Oh, you have to ignore the weird spike in March of this year. There was a technical error and one of my retirement accounts got counted twice, making it look like I had something like $17K more than in fact I did, just for that month. It can’t be corrected now without wiping out the whole account’s history. It’s a little aesthetically annoying but hey, it’s a free service.)

Year 1: June 2014 to June 2015

At the end of June 2014 I had a net worth of $2398, and at the end of June 2015 I had a net worth of $25,035. In Year 1, then, my net worth grew $22637. For most of that year I was bringing home (after taxes, but including 401k contributions) $3339 a month, so I made roughly $40000 in that time and spent about $17500 of it.

Year 2: June 2015 to June 2016

At the end of June 2016 I had a net worth of $49,000In Year 2, my net worth grew $23965. My base income during that academic year was the same as in the previous year, but I got a substantial freelance project too. Even though that project came with increased living expenses for a time, I still saved a big chunk of the cash.

Year 3: June 2016 to June 2017

At the end of June 2017 I had a net worth of $64,682. I had to check Mint for that number since I wasn’t doing net worth updates that summer…. Anyway, in Year 3 my net worth grew $15682. It wasn’t a great financial year. My base income dropped substantially as I went to 3/4 time at work, and I didn’t cut spending to adjust to that.

Year 4: June 2017 to June 2018

At the end of June 2018 I was back on track with a net worth of $92,000In Year 4 my net worth grew $27318. This number really surprised me. My base income did go up with a new job during the academic year, but I also spent two months unemployed (you can see the dip in the chart above where my net worth declined for two months) and my monthly expenses were quite high compared to my baseline of the previous years since I was living in a new, very expensive city. For quite a bit of this year my net worth didn’t grow that much per month. However, at the end it started to pick up, since I cut expenses and got the first of my freelance income.

The final push: June 2018 to August 2018

In the last two months of the push to $100K my net worth grew $10,424. That is crazy! It’s 2/3 of the entire year’s growth in 2016-17! In the Mint chart above you can see how the rise in net worth poked along, slowly and steadily, and then the line really slants up sharply at the end. During this time I had my base pay; extra pay from an adjunct course; AND freelance income. So, no wonder I had a sharp increase. I’m so thankful that I not only was offered the extra work, but had the good sense to take it.

So, all in all from $0K to $100,000 took 50 months: 4 years/48 months plus two months extra.

Funnily enough, my rough goal all along has been $2000 in net worth growth per month. Many, many months I didn’t make it. I had a whole dismal year in there. And yet there were exactly enough good months along the way, months with big stock gains or big freelance payouts or unexpectedly low expenses, that it all balanced out and I averaged just about $2000 over the course of the entire project.

I can’t claim any special insight here, nor do I know how to lay out a how-to guide. I had variable income and never really had a clear plan where I could project how much I would make — let alone what the stock market would do. I suppose what I can say is that there was a lot of value for me in having the goal in the first place. It helped me set that $2000/month target, which in turn gave some shape to the budgeting I did during the first couple of years. I put more in savings than I might have otherwise. That in turn gave a foundation so that even during a low year I was still increasing things, and during this last 14 months, when I pushed hard to get to the goal, I was able to make some specific moves (=taking on extra work) to ensure I got there even when I gave up conventional employment 2/3 of the way through the year. I felt motivated to put away as much as I could, simply because I had this goal.

This suggests that I should probably have another goal. I’m feeling a bit intimidated by the logical one, though — will it take another four years to get to $200K? Eesh. That may be something I have to think about for a little while.

Net Worth Update, August 2018: The One With $100K!

Look, I spoiled it right in the header, and I’ve been spoiling it for a couple of weeks on twitter. But it’s still exciting! I’m finally here — and after nearly giving up on making it before my 40th birthday, earlier this year, instead I’m celebrating it five months early.

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Net Worth Update: July 2018

It’s that time again! My final paychecks from my old employer are being paid out on a different schedule than I expected, so I didn’t quite make it over the $100,000 mark — but I got pretty close, and am hopeful about next month’s results. Let’s go straight to the numbers:

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I’ve Stopped Letting “Extra” Money Disappear

One of my minor bad habits over the years has been occasionally acquiring small amounts of money — typically anything under $100 — and immediately putting it in my slush fund, where it inevitably gets spent within a month. It might just as well never have come into my life at all!

During the last five years’ worth of financial education I’ve had periodic crackdowns on this habit. For a little while I was putting all “extra” money in my Roth IRA, but I haven’t been seriously contributing to that for several years while I built up my giant Life Fund instead. (I’m starting in on the Roth again next month after my last 403(b) contribution is made.)

I’m going to have another go, though, in this season of freelancing/volunteering. Actually, I’ve already started! This month I cashed in $94 in credit card rewards and got a $60 reward from Saverlife. Transferred them both immediately to my emergency fund. (Side note: Saverlife is worth doing! You have to link a bank account and it has to end each month for six months $20 higher than it was at the start of the month, but then you get a $60 payout. I mean, I’m not retiring early here, but $60 for ten minutes of setting up the account and autotransfer and then waiting around doing nothing for six months is just fine.)

In August, I’ll get about $85 from Ebates and intend to do the same thing. (Side note: that’s a big Ebates payout for me; some of it is from buying contact lenses, some of it is from godaddy for setting up my professional editing site, and some of it is a referral fee from the blog: thank you, person who clicked the referral link, for helping keep the lights on at The Single Dollar!)

Capturing all the extra money is much less significant than making a higher salary would be. But given that I am where I am, capturing this kind of money is better than not capturing it, right?

Freelancing: Then and Now

Although I still have a few paychecks coming from my old job, I have no further work responsibilities — those ended June 30 — so I’ve now officially been a freelancer for two weeks. While I’ve always dabbled a little, with side hustles ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand dollars a year, I haven’t been fully freelance since I returned to grad school at age 26. I’m now 39, so that’s 13 years of steady paychecks. (Brief pause while I bemoan how little financial progress I made during that time.)

During the four years between college and graduate school, I was a full-time employee for only one year, and a freelancer for three. Those three years were a wild ride in many, many ways. I often wonder what my life would have looked like if I’d spent them in, say, law school, or if I’d continued with the job I started right out of college (it wasn’t the right job for me, so I’ve always been pretty glad I didn’t continue with it, despite my weird life path since.)

I’ve been thinking a lot over the past two months about what it was like to freelance then, comparing it to “now.” Here are some preliminary thoughts — though I’ll probably have more in six months or so.

In my early 20s I looked for, and took, every kind of work that would have me. Ultimately, I let my freelance career be led by others: the kind of work I was getting the most of, which was a little random, led to more work in that field, and about 1.5 years into full-time freelancing I was making enough doing that so that I just did that. I started to specialize. But if events had fallen out differently I might have pursued a different angle. I was really being driven by who was offering me money rather than by my interests. And especially during that first 1.5 years I said yes to the most random stuff, because I desperately needed money. I spent a lot of time on craigslist looking for small gigs, and got a few more other things via word of mouth. I remember one gig where I held a dog on a leash outside NBC for a couple of hours (it was a publicity thing). I think that officially qualifies as the most random!

Also, I was just generally afraid to go on vacation, or leave town for any reason, or not pick up my phone. I did lose gigs sometimes because they simply went to the first person who picked up. But sometimes I would arrange my schedule around something that just never materialized — I remember one month I really wanted to be out of the city for financial and social reasons, but I was supposed to start work on a new project so…. And it just didn’t happen. Sigh.

I definitely feel some of that same reluctance to say “no” now. A kind of professional FOMO. I might not be that interested in the specific job…but if I turn it down, what if I never get offered anything again? I think I will probably end up saying yes to pretty much anyone offering me work in my price range this year.

That’s a big difference though: I have a price range! I’ve set a minimum amount I’ll accept per hour and I’m determined not to undercut that rate.

I can do this now, when I could not do it then, for two reasons, one of which is much more important than the other. The less important one is that I am much better networked now than I was then, and am confident that if I turn down work that isn’t worth it, I will get other work from other sources. The more important one is that unlike then, when I typically had an average of zero dollars in my bank account, I now have an absurdly large cash reserve. I ballpark that at my current (granted, quite low) spending level it’s about three years’ worth. So I just don’t feel compelled to undercut my rates.

Another difference is that, while I am open to work that involves being on-site, most of the work I’m looking for now is remote. That will help a lot with the vacation problem I had in my early 20s, when virtually everything I did required me to show up in person. I’m not planning major international travel that will take me out of reach of my email for more than a day, and there’s no reason why I can’t go hang out in my friends’ living rooms and edit or research/write.

A third difference: health insurance. I just straight-up didn’t have it for several years in my 20s. I’m basically a very healthy person, so I really only need coverage in case of catastrophe. However, I am going to get that coverage now: because the ACA has made insurance available in a way it wasn’t in my 20s; because I am older and the likelihood of a catastrophe has gone up; and because I can afford the premiums now, when I simply couldn’t spare a dollar at age 23.

So: do I feel better or worse about freelancing at this point, vs then? I sort of don’t know. Financially I definitely feel much more confident, and that’s a vast improvement. It also affects me psychologically on a day to day basis. I used to worry so much about money that I didn’t really take advantage of the many days I had “off” from work (read: nobody had hired me.) Sometimes I read or went for walks or went to free events, but I didn’t do a lot of civic engagement or self-improvement, which is one of the things I regret when I look back at that period of my life. Now, since I am not concerned about my finances, I feel much more able to take on unpaid projects on days I don’t have paid work to do. That’s a good thing, especially since much of the point of this “freelance” year is really to volunteer.

On the other hand, I have to admit that I feel a bit weird about becoming a freelancer again at age 39 — when I am also not FI. At 23 it felt kind of normal to be working a bunch of oddish jobs. And I also had a fairly clear career path in mind, though ultimately I turned away from that too and went back to grad school. At this time of life it feels much less conventional to pause full-time work. Not totally unheard of or anything, but certainly kind of weird. I do want to go back to full-time work eventually, whether it’s a year or three years from now, and I worry that when I want to, I’ll have trouble finding a job I really want to do. On the other hand, maybe taking this period of 1-3 years will ultimately be a good thing for my career. It’s just difficult to know from this vantage point. Managing feelings of uncertainty: that’s a full-time job in itself!

Net Worth Update: June 2018

Well, it’s that time again. I do use my finances to cheer me up, and I need more cheer right now.

My expenses were on the high side this month because of moving, but I also had a good month of freelance income — I took home $750 — and my second and third super big checks from work because of the summer school class I taught on top of my normal salary. So I was able not only to easily pay the moving expenses but also to put quite a bit in savings.

OH YEAH, and I blew out a tire in 110 degree heat while I was moving! Very exciting! Luckily, before it went I knew something was wrong — car started shaking — and I’d slowed down and moved to the right lane. I was also within sight of an exit ramp and not in the middle of nowhere, but in a big suburban town. So I was able to get back on the road with two new tires in under three hours, including a bunch of waiting around (for the tow truck and then at the tire shop.) Why a tow truck, you might ask: well, half my worldly goods were in the trunk on top of the spare tire. If I had absolutely had to, I could probably have shifted most of that, but honestly it was worth the $90 I spent on the tow. Also, I have never changed a tire under live conditions; in theory I know how but… And it was 110 degrees and I wasn’t at my best. So I feel fine about it, especially because I got a good deal on the tires themselves so the total cost was only a bit over $300. No big deal. And I was and am glad to be safe and to have made it across the rest of the country successfully. I’ll shift some $$ from my emergency fund next month to cover the cost.

OK, now that we’re talking about cost: to the numbers!

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Budgeting Freelance Income

Last time I discussed my upcoming volunteer year/freelance year/career transition/whatever this is, I wrote about my no-income budget. But I do in fact hope to have some income! As a matter of fact, even though I wasn’t necessarily intending to start seriously scouting for editing and writing work until July, I’ve already found some. More accurately, I did “find” some by cold-emailing old contacts, but some was referred to me by generous friends–you know who you are! By the end of June I currently project I will have billed, though not necessarily received, around $1700. If this pace keeps up I might end up in better financial shape than I thought I would — whether that’s just depleting my savings more slowly than planned, or even adding a bit to them. (My favorite part is that the three projects I’ve either completed or booked this month use three different skillsets and came from three distinct sources. Diversification!)

Freelancing is where the old YNAB method of living on last month’s income really comes into its own. I’ll know in advance which months I’m going to have to be very strict about the no-income budget, and which months I can maybe loosen up a bit. I’m going to have to feel this out as I go along, but I’m thinking that up to $1500 of income a month will look pretty much the same as the zero-income budget (including health insurance premiums and setting some aside for taxes.)

However, if I make more than $1500/month, I’ll start by allocating any extra money this way:

25%: tax savings

20%: cash savings

10%: retirement savings (Roth IRA)

10%: gifts & donations sinking fund

10%: travel sinking fund

25%: slush spending

I think that’ll be a reasonable balance between saving and spending. What I want to do is to use freelance income both to extend the lifespan of my savings accounts (hence, the cash savings) and to supplement the bare-bones nature of that zero-income budget. 25% of freelance income allocated to slush means that I can go out to eat sometimes, or buy some music, or whatever.

I guess if I unexpectedly do REALLY WELL in the freelance game, and am making thousands of dollars a month, I will end up rethinking this. But since at least at first I’m not going to really hustle, so that I can focus on volunteering, I think this ought to be fine.

My Lowest Ever Money Moment

Sometimes I like to pause and reflect a little on how far I’ve come. Last week Facebook popped up a “memory” of the day, five years ago, I finished my dissertation. At the time I had about $19K of student loans, $5K of credit card debt, and maybe $1000ish in the bank. No retirement savings, no health insurance, no nothing. Also, I didn’t have a job.

But even that wasn’t “rock bottom” for me financially. I had some ideas about how to make some money (none of which I had to put into effect since I did get a job about a week later.) I felt I would manage.

What was not really manageable at all, was the situation I was in circa summer 2004. I was renting half of a basement apartment in Washington Heights for $600 a month, and almost a year into trying to get a freelance film career going. I was supporting myself, barely.* But I’d come off a film — and thus had my last income — a month earlier, and nothing else was materializing, despite my calling around twice a week to the few people I knew. Also, right at the end I’d picked up a bad cold, which had gotten better and then come back again, so I was spending a lot of time on the couch in my awful apartment feeling sorry for myself and not doing any of the self-improving things I should have been doing with all that enforced time off.

Then the cold got worse.

What had been a cough became what they call a “productive” cough — I started coughing up phlegm. It was painful. Then after a few days of that, the phlegm turned a poisonous-looking green, and I found that I couldn’t breathe when I lay down, and could only barely do it when I was sitting up.

It was clearly time to go to the doctor, but obviously I didn’t have health insurance. I recall searching the internet (did google exist then? I guess it did) to figure out if I could possibly have tuberculosis. It turned out that if I did there was a government program to pay for treatment, so I guess there would’ve been that.

Frankly, I was really scared at that point.

Anyway, I also searched for sliding scale clinics and found one about a 45-minute subway ride away. This was late evening, I guess, and so I planned to go first thing in the morning. I plugged my cell phone in to charge, setting it on the windowsill above the outlet.

After a night of cat-napping in between hideously painful coughing bouts, I got up, got dressed, and discovered that someone had reached in through the bars on the window and taken my phone.

SO. Off I went to the clinic, dragging myself down there on the subway. I was there when it opened, but I waited most of the day (coughing all the while) to be seen. When I did finally get seen, they tried to convince me I had asthma and made me sit with an inhaler for a while to see if it helped (it didn’t.) Eventually they agreed to do an x-ray, which they had a machine for on-site, which was the only good thing that happened that day. At that point I’d been out of contact with the world for most of the day; I needed a phone so my parents could call me, so the doctor could call me back with the x-ray results, so I could accept work if someone offered it to me. I went to the Sprint store and bought a phone as soon as I left the clinic — using a credit card of course, which is also how I’d paid for the clinic visit.

It turned out I had pneumonia (they called the next day after the x-ray was read.) Luckily it wasn’t a very serious case, as these things go; I took a course of really really huge antibiotic pills (also, of course, paid for on credit) and within a few days I could breathe enough to lie down. It took me nearly a month to be completely back to normal though. I’m forever grateful to Law and Order because in the middle of my recovery period they booked me for a day of PA work, which was money I desperately needed. But when I showed up with a terrible, very loud cough (I wasn’t contagious!) and too weak to do almost anything, they let me sit and guard all the personal stuff belonging to the extras and crew, just about the only job I could have managed in that state.

I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I’d had to be hospitalized. Probably still be paying off that debt today. But I wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place if I’d had insurance, because I would have gone to the doctor well before the pneumonia stage.

It was a really awful day, though, that day. Stolen cell phone, sliding scale clinic, no idea where my next bit of work was coming from…. I hope I never get back to that place again.

What was your lowest ever financial moment?

*By the next year I was more than self-sustaining, and by the year after that I was in a union and pulling in perfectly respectable middle-class money, which I then gave up to go to graduate school, at which point it took me eight years to get back to the yearly income I’d been at. I don’t know, I don’t make very good decisions generally, I guess.