FI Girl’s Origin Story
This FI Girl grew up in a single parent household without any financial support from Dr. Deadbeat (aka my dad). As a young child I learned that I should aspire to be an independent <Super> woman.
Society taught me the way to achieve that <Super> woman status was to:
- Go to school
- Get good grades
- Go to more school (college)
- Get good grades
- Get a good job
- Work hard to make good money
- Get a better title
- Work, eat, sleep, repeat….
And in doing all of this I would be living the American Dream. Perhaps I’d be able to buy a fancy car, get married, have children, buy a home and eventually retire at the ripe old age of 65.
Sounds great, right?
The only problem was this didn’t sound like a “dream” to me. But of course, listening to the generations before me I started down this path. It was after all, the way to achieve the American Dream.
After 15 years of doing this I was tired. I had multiple degrees, a good paying job, a title to be proud of, I was married and had a nice big house to show for all of my hard work but…
…I had lost myself and I wasn’t happy.
By the time I turned 35 I had forgotten who I was, what I was passionate about and why I was sacrificing my youth for a pay check. I couldn’t imagine doing what I was doing for another 30 years. I’d be lucky to make it another 5 without having a heart attack or a break down.
While I was grateful for the opportunities and experiences in my life, several years of working strange hours, dealing with a lot of stress and not taking the time off of work to take care of myself took a toll on me. Not only were my relationships strained (or non-existent) but my health was on a downward spiral.
The years of treating my body like a machine finally caught up to me.
On my drive in to work one day I felt an intense pain in my chest, my legs went numb and I felt sick to my stomach. I landed myself in the Emergency Room. After being put through a number of tests and being held for hours I was told the symptoms I exhibited were all due to stress and fortunately, this time, it was not a heart attack.
Around that same time, my childhood friend who was just days younger than me also landed in the hospital after a total freak health incident. One that would change her life for quite sometime. Shortly after, the CTO of my department passed away. He was just a few years short of retirement.
With everyone seemingly dropping around me and dealing with health issues and losses of their own, I realized I better wake up and make some changes. I recognized that what I had been doing for so many years was not actually my dream. It was what society taught me I should do and be. And I realized the only person that could change that was me.
I had to be my own hero.
Tune in to find out how FI Guy fits in to the picture…