Propane Check

Ta da! Yesterday my business received the largest check in over a year, which was appropriate because it was compensation for the largest work package for a client in over a year. The mail was delivered just before lunch. I toasted my work by including a glass of wine with my meal, sat back down to get some more work done, and listened to the propane truck back up the driveway. Money comes in. Money goes out. So it goes. The trick is to have less going out than coming in. At least for that day, that was the case, thanks to a simple, frugal lifestyle.

My home is small (and for sale). My propane tank is big. Keep the heat turned down a bit and the truck doesn’t have to visit very often, maybe two or three times a year. Each visit could be a large bill, and is relative to power and such; but, my neighborhood association worked out a great bulk buy a few years ago. Thanks, folks. But everything is relative, and relative to my income, last winter’s propane bill was big enough that I had to sell my kayak to pay it.

"Quick! You grab the kayak. I'll get the skis. We're out of here!""Ah, dude, I think we might have a few problems with your plan."

“Quick! You grab the kayak. I’ll get the skis. We’re out of here!”
“Ah, dude, I think we might have a few problems with your plan.”

2013 is different and better. A fair amount of work for a client who was willing to help out by paying prior to the work’s completion meant I was able to make a deposit, have enough for the propane and probably the business taxes or my health insurance or both. I’ll know when I work up my taxes, real soon.

One simple, frugal act that made the balance easier was my judicious use of the thermostat. I’m not as temperature sensitive as some, to the point that I’m known for wearing shorts most of the year. But I also like hot tea, wearing sweaters, and lounging under thick blankets; not necessarily at the same time. Guilty pleasure: Take a nice, hot shower, then wrap myself in clothes or blankets that are fresh out of the dryer. I’ve hiked enough that sleeping in my sleeping bag is trip to a marvelous comfort zone. Add a layer. Brew a hot drink. Turn down the thermostat about three degrees. And the propane bill shrinks.

2013 is looking good. We’re only one-twentieth of the way through the year and my business has already made one-tenth of 2012’s revenue. Today’s class in Social Media (Getting Started with WordPress) was fun, and nudged the deposit up a bit. Another client or two have made progress towards commitment and payment. One is even considering paying me for all of the advice I’ve already provided as we sit and define the work package. Evidently, even casual conversations contain worthwhile insights. 2012 was a long string of possible collaborations, lots of negotiations, plenty of conversations, but only a few completed projects because only a few could find funding. This year people are more likely to say, “Yes.” They’re done talking, or at least are more eager to get to work. Fine by me. Trying to talk everything through before beginning one iota of work is an invitation to infinite digression and no progression. Squinting at the far horizon and trying to discern the exact path may work for GPS-aided navigation, but most human endeavours require a more iterative approach. Aim at the far horizon. Agree on the first step. Take it. Then decide on the second step. Repeat until a goal is reached. Take a break. Aim again.

After I taught today’s class, I drove into Langley, the downtown of South Whidbey, to make the deposit, check my lottery tickets (Sorry. Not a winner.), and visit the library. The architect of Langley’s Library is to be commended, as are the craftsfolk who built it, and the folks who found the funds to get the work done. I went in for a couple of reasons. 1) To get the proper IRS forms that must be filled out in quadruplicate and can’t be downloaded from the web. They’re not in yet. 2) To check on any advertising about a series of talks I’ll be giving there over the next three months. I was hoping to find some fliers or postcards to hand out. They didn’t have those. Instead they had an oversized poster announcing “Tom Trimbath Presents!” On one large well-placed sheet they publicized my upcoming talks about my most recent book, Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland; an overview of Getting Started With Social Media, an eight hour workshop condensed to a two hour talk: and Twelve Months at Double Bluff, my recently completed photo series of Whidbey’s everyday beauty.Twelve Months At Double Bluff on blurb

Add it all up and the total is for a very nice couple of days. I’m even glad the propane truck came by because I now have enough propane for the rest of the winter, I hope, and because it proved to me that my frugal use of the thermostat had used much less propane than the same season last year.

At the same time that I have the fewest active job applications out in the world, I’m noticing that my work is picking up, and that my friends are getting busier too. I dropped by a couple for different reasons and different projects to see if they would be available to help, and they were so busy that they turned it back my way, asking me if I wanted to help them. Last year most of us were wondering what to do. So far this year many of us are busy while waiting for checks to arrive. Soon it may be that people are able to go beyond basic bills and start paying for things like fixing turn signals, or mending cracked windows, or getting some ache tended. I’ve got a long way to go before being able to pay the back mortgage, but there are hopeful signs.

In today’s class about WordPress, the topic of Social Media came up (note the caps.) What good are Facebook, Twitter, and the rest? (Sign up for February’s Facebook workshop and March’s Twitter workshop!) Sole-proprietors, entrepreneurs, artists, and active advocates can spend a lot more time in front of their computers that they could if they were working in a corporation. Recently, because of Facebook chat and Twitter feeds, I’ve noticed how many of them are working into the evenings and into the night, weekdays, weekends, and holidays. We use social media for mutual commiseration and encouragement. (Let me check. Yep, here it is Saturday evening and there they, we, are.)

Work is gaining traction. Somewhere, money started flowing into the system, positively reinforcing existing efforts. I hope this is the returning of the tide to the back bays of small business. The rising stock market suggests corporations in the deeper water are already floating free. Dare I hope? For me, others like me, people who have lost almost everything, people who have been forced to redefine their lives, maybe we’re returning to an economy where hard work really does pay, where fear is replaced with fervor, and where stress is replaced with ease.

For now, I may not turn up the thermostat, but I will turn on the little electric heater to take off a bit of the chill; I’ll heat up some nice, homemade beef and vegetable soup; and, then I’ll decide between going to tonight’s dance or watching a movie. Oops. I just remembered. There’s a bit more work to do first.

Stay tuned.

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Pesky Raccoons

Pesky raccoons. One of them woke me this morning, two hours before dawn. It was in the carport, successfully knocking over a garbage can. Of course, I didn’t know what was making the sound until I opened the door. I was ready for almost anything: someone breaking into my car (not that they’d find much), an unexpected wind blowing open a shed door (but the night was calm), maybe even something moving from an earthquake. (There actually was one last night, but it was only a 0.9.) Nope. It was none of what I expected. It was a pesky critter trying to get something out of nothing, and not worrying about manners. I do thank it though. It woke me from a dream that I will ponder and remember. Annoyances can inspire insights.

I actually felt a bit sorry for the raccoon. Last night was clear and cold, below freezing with a hard frost and black ice on the roads. The raccoon wasn’t driving, but if the roads are freezing, the wildlife is probably uncomfortable. Evidently, my carport was marginally warmer than the storm pipes or the blackberry patches that surround my property. Lured in by warmth and then enticed by the aroma of garbage. Ah, we all have our seductions. Of course, regular readers know my garbage can is usually empty. When I opened the kitchen door, the can was on its side, the lid was off, and the raccoon was backing out of a garbage can that was only filled with a plastic liner. How disappointing. I turned on a light. The raccoon sprinted to get under the car, and then it sped from under the Jeep to under the deck. That was probably relatively warm too, but didn’t smell as good.

Without being fully awake, it was easier to let my mind work with imagery instead of facts and logic. It woke me from a dream about a pod of blue whales breaching and playing. In the dream, I was tasked with counting them, was distracted, but then strongly encouraged to count them all before I woke. I thought about the dream as I walked back into kitchen and put away the lantern. (Thanks for the present, Dad.) The whales felt like blessings, strengths, virtues, and good fortunes that I was being asked to count, and to count them all. Deep, eh? So, then the trickster part of my brain asked about the raccoon. My intuition immediately leapt to an analogy of my mortgage company. They’re uncomfortable (I haven’t paid the mortgage in months), they think there’s a chance they can get something they want (the back payments), they don’t care if they are annoying or unwelcome (Mortgage Company Tactics), and they end up with nothing despite their efforts (but hey, I’m working on Backup Plans. Stay tuned.)

Through this recent economic turbulence, I’ve met three groups of people (they do not account for the entire populace):

  • One group has more than enough and knows it but handles much of the discussion in academic and abstract terms,
  • One group has enough income, but not enough assets, or vice versa and lives in fear of losing what it has,
  • One group has less than enough income and less than enough assets, and has broken through the fear of loss because the loss is behind them.

As so many TED talks paradoxically proclaim, it’s the last group that has some of the happiest people. My favorite is Mike Rowe’s talk. In it he alludes to something he said on his show too. Basically, instead of following your passion and finding a joyful job, the most joyful people are the people who bring their passion to whatever job they have. Monday, on my birthday, I got the call from the back telling me that I didn’t get the job because they thought I was over-qualified and that I’d be bored. Take a look at my bio. The reason there are so many things on it is because when I decide to work on something I try to bring energy to it, whether that is investing, engineering, program management, teaching karate, writing, photography,Scatchet Head Rainbow Sunrise public speaking, or consulting. He saw the job as simply filling out paperwork for checking accounts. I saw the job as working with, in, and for the community of people that I love. How could I be bored with that?

Several of us less-than-enough-ers (LTEs?) have had similar conversations in the last week. Laid-off? Yep, but watch that face light up when she talks about working with animals. Lost even more than me? Yep, and witness the unabashed serenity of revelation that comes from experiencing what really matters, persists, and brings joy into a life. Lived through months of anxiety, then awareness, then got a job? Wow! Watch what happens when someone whose core values have been tested and revealed is then given the resources to live a redefined life.

A couple of friends have separately offered to take me out to dinner for morale and for my birthday. I tell them what I really want is for them to come to my place so I can cook for them. I enjoy cooking for people more than I enjoy eating out. Eating out, especially on Whidbey, involves some very talented chefs and cooks. People travel here to eat. But dining out anywhere usually involves noisy rooms, a bit of caution in the conversations, negotiations with the kitchen over food allergies and tolerances, a bill that totals more than I spend on food in a week, and a scheduled departure because either the restaurant wants the table or the staff needs to go home. A dinner at my place won’t be as elegant, and I’ll have to do the dishes, Thanksgiving Kitchen Sculpture and there’s an element of culinary risk because I am not a professional. But, there can be music or no, which also means there can be dancing or no; many hands can have more fun working together on a meal, especially if green things are involved; the conversation can range broader without concern for eavesdroppers, unless the raccoons are listening; the wine costs less and pours more freely; the menu is ultimately customized for comfort, diet, or elegance; the evening can last as long as desired; and there are leftovers!

I look forward to having more than enough again. I am glad for the lessons I’ve learned about my self and the world; but, I don’t think it’s necessary to pass through deprivation to reach revelation. I certainly wouldn’t require it of everyone. Billions are living that lifestyle without a choice and I’m sure most would trade it for reliable food, shelter, warmth, water, health, security, and freedom. But I will nod to the raccoon for reminding me that I don’t consume much, to the mortgage company that has revealed personal hot buttons for me to work on, and to these last months which have stretched to years that have shown me friends and core truths that have been strong enough to persist despite misfortune.

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Maritime Ties

My condolences to those people who have birthdays close to Christmas. It is so easy for them to miss out on gifts. I, however, am lucky enough to have my birthday in January; which means that whatever I didn’t get for Christmas is on sale before my birthday. My dad reads this blog (not a surprise, eh?) and noticed my Christmas Wishes from 2012 – after he’d bought my Christmas presents. So, he decided to have some fun buying me my birthday presents. Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted to a Merchant Marine Veteran that I am bad at tying knots. Ah, but I do give myself credit for noticing what ties us, what connects us.

I was never a Boy Scout. My first classes in knot tying were when I moved to Seattle and began my very intermittent sailing endeavours. One of these days I’ll get a bowline right without having to think about it three times. Getting knots made quick and right was essential, and still is, for sailors. The bowline that takes me a minute and two hands to make can be made one-handed with a practiced flick of the wrist. I’ve seen it. The faster the knot could be made and set to whatever it was attaching, the faster vessels could be made safe and the sooner the company was paid. Tugs and barges relied on such expertise. The faster they could tie up the more likely they were to get a job to move a ship or prove the job was complete; and for safety, letting tonnage drift is usually dangerous so a knot must be made correctly and quickly. I don’t have such needs, and now it is possible to secure almost any household load with velcro, duct tape, buckles, or zip ties.

I asked for very long zip ties. My dad sent me his versions: one of which actually works as a mariner’s version of a cowboy’s bolo tie. This is a tie. This is a zip tie. I think tying that knot would take me about a week. Oh, and I won’t be wearing my dad’s tie to go dancing. A friend saw it and pointed out that some dancer who had sat out too long might use it to drag me back onto the dance floor. Gag.

I’m reminded of my family’s sailing heritage every day. My dad’s time in the Merchant Marine was in World War II. He drew the unlucky straw and was on one of the ships that picked up the ammunition we no longer needed against the Germans that was then carried halfway around the planet for the invasion of Japan. No smoking, really. By the time he got there a bigger threat had hit another fleet. A Pacific typhoon slammed into Okinawa just before he got there. A couple of generations earlier, one of my ancestors spent time at sea when knots were even more critical. The only power his ship had was the wind that carried him from Liverpool around Africa to India to New York to Liverpool. First Voyage He was sneezed on by a whale, witnessed a suicide across a table, survived a tidal wave, saw Imperial India through his 14 year old rascally innocence, and spent most of the time aboard with an unsolved murder which meant time spent in close proximity to an unrevealed murderer. My life’s adventures are much more benign – well, there was the time in the steel mill, but I digress.

My house has a view of the shipping lanes of Puget Sound. Ships don’t sail anywhere they want. There are traffic lanes, navigation signs, and rules. Every major ship coming in to Seattle, Tacoma, Everett, and Bremerton goes past my house. Container ships, car carriers, bulk freighters, ocean barges bound for Alaska, cruise ships, ice breakers, Coast Guard cutters, research vessels, and plenty of Navy ships from submarines to aircraft carriers steam by while dodging luxury yachts, fishing boats, sailboats, and even kayaks.

November Sunset - Twelve Months at Cultus Bay (Not the solstice, but we not see the sun then.)

November Sunset – Twelve Months at Cultus Bay (Not the solstice, but we might not see the sun then.)

I particularly like sitting on my deck in the summer and watching the cruise ships drag race as they head out on their various itineraries. Then sometimes they return incredibly slowly in the hours before dawn, not wanting to dock until after sunrise. They don’t want to upset the cruise passengers’ sensibilities by waking them too early.

My view is a front row seat to international commerce. Almost all of our trade with China travels by ship. All of those containers stacked above and below deck were filled thousands of miles away weeks ago. The car carriers from Japan are the most futuristic. They are boxy, featureless, and clean. Every ship that comes in only spends about a day before it heads back out, hopefully equally full, but our balance of trade suggests there is a lot less tonnage returning.

It is easy to ignore the journeys of the things we buy. In 2012, more than one ship a week was lost. (In comparison, 1,768 Merchant Marine vessels were lost in World War II, which means the U.S. Merchant Marine suffered the highest rate of casualties of any service in World War II.) International commerce relies on dangerous ventures that costs lives. In peacetime, that risk is taken mostly so we can enjoy luxuries or cheaper products. It has been so since boats sailed beyond their harbors thousands of years ago.

I don’t take data, but it seems that traffic has picked up. I suppose from my vantage I could chronicle the traffic, but now that ships carry transponders and sufficient satellites are in orbit, web sites display the real time position and identification of most of the major traffic.

Transportation investments are a leading indicator. Businesses try to anticipate encouraging economies. If the product is on the shelf when you’ve heard it is in style, then weeks before it was crossing the ocean in a container – unless you’re like me most days (not for today’s picture) and you wear clothes made in America (Hello, Carhartt!). Really, bib overalls are quite comfortable, and are great for diving into chores or even just for cooking in the kitchen. There are so many handy pockets.

Automation and scale mean today’s thousand-foot long ships take less crew than my great-grandfather lived with. I follow trends, but underlying exotic technologies are complex international economies, there are people spending weeks at sea struggling through Nature’s wildest wilderness. The ships are bigger. Radar and radio are wonders. But the waves haven’t changed size. Icebergs don’t file travel plans. And anything that goes wrong, goes wrong in a place where you just can’t walk home.

Peter Lynch talks about investing in the boring, because it is overlooked and frequently undervalued. I don’t have discretionary cash (a massive understatement), but I thank the generations I know about and the ones whose stories never made it back to shore for all that they have done. Their careers were investments in us, their descendants. Thank you.

And yes, maybe I’ll try learning how to tie a bowline yet again, but if I end up at the hardware store I’m buying the longest zip ties I can find, and not as a fashion statement.

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Shifting Dreams

A topic popped up again. I wanted to write about it because it fascinates me, but I’d already written about Shrinking House Dreams and alternative economies. Yet, the topic comes up in conversations, news reports, and celebratory events. That’s the nature of trends. Those are the very things to talk about: the new in news.Within the last few days, about since the beginning of the year, tiny houses, alternative financial lifestyles, even the concept of job and business growth have been daily considerations. Very little of the conversations have extolled living in a 3,000 square foot house while working a job for life and then expecting an insured retirement income. Friends are talking about smaller homes, living in quieter places, and shifting from workweek jobs into self-employed vocations. The constant is people continue to dream, but they’re dreaming for themselves instead of copying and pasting a life from an ad.

Most of us don’t recognize our voice when we hear it played back; or, if we do, we know we don’t sound that way in our head. Yesterday I stumbled across the podcast of Kathy Baxter’s interview of me. She’s the radio host on KWPA for the show, “Spirit Talks On Whidbey“. With the podcast in place I could pass along the link, but I wanted to check the link first. Well, the link clicks straight through to an audio file that begins playing as soon as it downloads. That’s an easy check to make. It was about a half-hour show; so, I listened to it while I paid some bills and did some chores. That was the idea. Our conversation was about Spirit, and how people’s increasing awareness of their values and the resulting increase in personal consciousness awareness may be making micro changes that will effect the macro.

There were two parts of the interview. You can only hear the one about alternative economies (with a side discussion of dancing, white linen suits, shorts, and Gregory Peck.) Other means of trading value are being exercised: local currencies, barter, pay-it-forward, reputation, etc. We also had a separate, unrecorded session that we may try to replicate or use as inspiration for a subsequent show. In that one, we talked about the people who are actively moving towards debt-free lives, increased self-reliance, increased connection with community, and decentralization.

Envisioning such a lifestyle is entertaining. I’ll describe this for myself, but see if it is appealing to you, too: living debt-free, with more than sufficient income from work I’d enjoy doing anyway, and in a simple enough fashion that the care and maintenance of my life, relationships, and stuff all fits into a reasonable day. I’m an imaginative guy. I can envision many scenarios that fit that mold. Some involve corporate jobs, some involve entrepreneurship, some involve winning the lottery, and I leave open the possibility for variations that are better than I can imagine. The universe is full of wonders. I wonder what it can do for me.

For many people I know, such a lifestyle means finding a smaller house that’s easier to take care of and heat, (I’ve started a pinterest board for Shrinking Houses) finding a job that pays well enough without costing too much, only buying what they want and need instead of what they’re told to consume, and connecting with people who feed their spirit. That’s the basis of the work championed by New Road Map Foundation and a movie coming out soon called Money & Life, that I was happy to preview.

After I listened to the interview I reflected on my housing history. In the last decade I’ve gone from a 2,600 square foot house, to a 1,500 square foot house, to a 868 square foot house (Home For Sale Alas), and could live in less if I used a storage unit. Home For Sale The funny part for me was that Kathy Baxter, the radio host that I was talking to about this, lives in less than 500 square feet (as I recall), and that I have two friends who have built sub-200 square foot houses. (Noeticraft, Mighty Micro Built) That may sound too tiny for many, and for some it is, but that’s about the area available to people who live aboard their boats or in RVs. And the fun part about boats and RVs is that moving is easy and entertaining. With the ubiquity of the internet and telecommuting or virtual work, it is possible to work and live from anywhere a boat or RV can go and get a signal. Follow my trend and maybe I’ve living in about 400 square feet soon. Good thing my brother’s Christmas present to me was a book about how to live aboard.

As part of my dreaming I’ll play the real estate game; head out to a realty web site, plug in my desirements, and see what properties appear. I find phenomenal properties, right here on the island, because I like sunset views, the mountains, the sea, the quiet, the wildlife, and the space. And then I am presented with the details of the house, and I wonder what I would do with most of them. Any house over 3,000 square feet feels like a burden instead of a blessing. If I hired staff to tend and clean it, the staff would spend more time in that extra space that I would. (Though there was one house that had an excellent use of 1,500 square feet. It was a dance floor. Yes!). And I can’t imagine tearing down and throwing away all of that extra work and wood.

Trends start with, “Cute. That’s a silly idea, but don’t let us stop you.”; then a bit of defensiveness when folks realize the change may be disruptive, “No. You can’t do that. The regulations won’t allow it.”; then reach a tipping point when looking back elicits the reaction of “Why did we ever think that was a good idea? This new way isn’t for everyone; but, well, go ahead I guess.” Eventually the world accepts cars, airplanes, computers, and cell phones.

I suspect I see more of this because I live on island on the left coast of the “New World”. My friends are more likely to be artists and entrepreneurs, advocates and adventurers. Many are finding themselves busier than ever. So am I. Many are busier without being more profitable. So am I. But that can also be a sign that the money, or the currency, or the value is about to be delivered for the effort expended.

I don’t know if this trend will become a movement or a new paradigm. The consequences of smaller economies, less reliance on old institutions, and a crowdsourced exploration of new possibilities means that there’s plenty for me to watch, wonder, and write about. Dream. Invest. Live. My book, Dream. lnvest. Live., was about how I invest so I can live my dream and I’m aware that my dream may be shifting. Maybe that’s true for many of us.

(Okay folks, so now the song “Dream A Little Dream” is running through my head. Ah, undoubtedly inspired by Angela Ramseyer’s title for her tiny house blog. Hmm, I wonder what it would be like to dance to.)

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Who Cared About What

What do folks really care about? “Hey, how are you doing?” Most of us know the answer is, “Fine. How about you?” It has to be that way. Starting every conversation with an in-depth analysis of personal current events would make each hello the prelude to an epic. The real answer usually doesn’t come out until after the second glass of wine, another cup of coffee, the emphasized repeat of the question, or if the person is in dire need to tell someone about their news, good or bad. It is hard to know what words the other person really wants to hear. Writers, and especially bloggers, enjoy a different interaction. We can write about whatever we want, vent and express ourselves, put our words out there and see which people want to hear them. When we talk, we’re guessing at the right words for the other person. When we write, we pick the words and let other people work out whether or not they want to read them. Blog, and the answer comes back as data. Look at data and gain insights.

Congratulations to Jonathon Evelegh, the winner of a contest I ran over the blog for the book Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland.Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland His guess of the number of words I’ve published was closest to my estimate. I’m closing on a million. I’m guessing that a million is a statistically significant sample. I see trends.

In 2012, my most popular posts reached audiences that would fill local theaters for several showings. There were also several that I could’ve hosted as dinner parties. From what I can tell, there are at least three audiences for these posts: investing in stocks, living in community, and witnessing Tom’s journey. It is rare that one post speaks to all three groups.

The personal finance and stock investing posts hit the highest numbers, have the broadest reach, and are most likely to be read months after the post is uploaded. It is amazing to see the traffic spike when someone reposts a link on some other discussion board. I’ve seen hundreds of hits in a day, and know that the real total is much higher because I’ve stumbled across boards where my post was copied and pasted (granted with attribution). Posts about Dendreon (DNDN) and MicroVision (MVIS) were passed around to the point that my blog gets traffic from NASDAQ.com because I am seen as a resource. I could write solely to that crowd, but this blog is based on the book, Dream. Invest. Live.;Dream. Invest. Live. and, despite my recent investing history, I continue to believe that Invest is only a bridge between Dreaming and Living.

Posts about community are popular because I love my community and they enjoying writing and reading. We live on an island, what else are we going to do? (Oh yeah, dance.) I wonder how high Whidbey Island ranks in writers per capita. I started the Whidbey Authors page on facebook on a whim about eight months ago and we’re quickly growing. That page could easily double or triple, but a lot of writers are private enough that they don’t jump into social media – an interesting attribute for people who are invested in message. Without a doubt, the star of the community posts is Drew Kampion and his community email shopping, selling, donating, collaborating service called drewslist. But it’s an email service, not a web site (yet), so after the first surge of traffic from us locals, I see a steady stream of visits because I posted about his service. People doing searches on him and his service and find my post. Thanks for the traffic. Glad to be able to spread the word. You’re welcome to stay and play.

The most passionate set of readers are those that are following my journey through investing misfortune, building the foundations of my business, my efforts at finding a job, and the travails of selling my home and dealing with the mortgage companyHome For Sale The passions are intense enough that some have stepped aside and no longer read the blog. The journey has been too tough for them to witness. Some would prefer that I only focus on the positive. Those who are in similar situations have quietly thanked me for giving voice to their struggles. I never realized how much they struggle to answer “Fine.” to “How are you?” They don’t like to lie, yet they must to navigate society – even in such a seemingly open community as Whidbey. I’ve decided to continue writing about my journey, despite the schism. I’m an optimist and know that an honest chronicle of this journey may help others understand the struggles, and also help others who feel that they are alone. We’re going to find a way through this. Things are already looking brighter.

I’ve witnessed a common dynamic, and it is one that you, kind reader, can reinforce. The more we talk, write, and pass along these conversations, the better our mutual understanding of what we collectively care about. Share the stories, whether they are from my posts, others’ blogs, or personal verbal anecdotes. (Thanks for the suggestion that I write for The Huffington Post or The New York Times. Anyone know how to make that happen?) Statistics are important, but they have no life without story.

I know that Dendreon is a popular topic because their treatment for prostate cancer, Provenge, seems to work better than any other conventional treatment; yet, the company, the stock, and the treatment have been subjected to irregularities that make the conspiracy theorists look credible. The stock has “recovered” to $6, but such a breakthrough treatment should be worth $60, not $6. No matter to me, anymore. I had to sell all of my shares. I don’t know if the various advocacies can ever shout loudly enough, but I know they’re trying and are a model of the power of vocal community. As for MicroVision – oh, don’t get me started. (So, I’ll just point you to the most popular MVIS post.)

Drewslist is a popular topic because it is ingenious, effective, and based on community – and because Drew is a nice guy. From my web traffic, it’s obvious that the world awaits a broader unveiling. His idea will be recognized as a powerful force after he packages it and unleashes it. It may never reach the levels of craigslist, but the depth of meaning within a community will be difficult for others to match. His idea stitches community in a way that will sustain a community through good times and bad.

Of course I want my words to reach broader audiences. Word-of-mouth continues to be the strongest selling tool. Maybe if I sell enough books I can profitably terminate my relationship with the mortgage company. Read a book. Write a review. Spread the word. But it isn’t just about the numbers or the dollars or my Klout score. In the previous century, our struggles were best resolved through national efforts: FDR and the Great Depression, our military and two World Wars, the complex fight that was the Cold War, the legislative battles that were Civil Rights and Equality. Power is shifting in this century, and our struggles are best resolved through communal efforts: helping those we know, building robust communities, concentrating on individuals more than institutions.

For me, you are welcome to repost my posts (by link preferably, or least with attribution). Dan’s repost of my Jobs Report to reddit produced a lot of resume advice, if nothing else. Read my books. Write honest reviews. I’ll thank you.
For all of us, pass along the stories with discretion (skip the gossip). To do that may just require one other step, and one we can enjoy. Listen. Each of us has something we care about. Who cared about what? If we listen, we know.

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Surprise A New Year

Hello. This is the dentist’s office confirming your appointment for tomorrow morning.” Eep. I forgot. Good thing they called. Let’s see if I can get six month’s of flossing done in the next 24 hours. Where did the last six months go? We’re already in 2013. It caught me by surprise. My To-Do list swelled with the entry into January. I’m busier than ever; and as I lay in bed this morning I wondered how it would all work out. I probably wondered the same thing at the start of 2012. The year starts with uncertainty, hope, great potential, and encouraging momentum. I think that’s true for me, and the world. Nice to see we have something in common.

Even this post came by surprise. As a writer I find it important and powerful to maintain a publication schedule. The schedule is self-imposed, so I give myself some leeway; but I try not to abuse the privilege I’ve granted myself. I spent so much time working on my semi-annual portfolio review on Monday, that is seems like I just posted. Which is true. And yesterday was New Year’s Day, which was a holiday so it had that unique quality, and a work day as I continued creating a program plan for a virtual museum (History of Computing for Learning and Education) and posted about my book. I launched into today and didn’t even notice the day of the week because it felt like a Monday. Time passes and catches us by surprise.

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. Thanks to lessons learned in karate, I take each day as an opportunity to improve over who I was the previous day. Yearly targets slide by without notice, but there are more opportunities for change.

There’s a lot of talk about change. Everything was going to change after the election. Everything was going to change at the Solstice, whether the Mayans were right or not. Everything changes with the new year; which many worried about considering the self-imposed deadline for averting the fiscal cliff. Humans concentrate on the dramatic. It is easier to respond to hurricanes and tornadoes than encroaching sea level rise. It is easier to make passionate proclamations about gun violence than it is to make diligent progress on mental health. It is easy to decide to change personality flaws at some day on the calendar than to constantly encourage the small reminders to be a little better every day. (Oy, there is so much to do there.)

Welcome to the first day of trading in the new year. Almost all of my stocks are up. All of them started the day with jumps; most of them opened with gaps up. Change may be gradual, except for those changes driven by humans. 2012, the Mayan apocalypse, and the fiscal cliff are behind us. It must be time to buy stock. OK. I might have some to sell. I might have to sell some.

And then, maybe I won’t have to sell any or much. There is great uncertainty here at the beginning of the new year. I’ve already traded emails with two people working to get me different jobs. I’ve already printed flyers for one class (Getting Started With Social Media, January 19th, Clinton, WA), and sent out a notice to drewslist. (Pardon me as I step away to refresh the craigslist listing. Ah, good; the listing for the Self-Publishing Workshop is active too.) I’ve also finished my daily upload to my new online photo gallery. (Fine Art America). It is barely past 10am, which leaves most of the day for my main task of creating that program plan I mentioned earlier. But first I will finish this post.
Feathered
There are discrete events. It is January, so I must figure out and pay my state business taxes, and pass along the appropriate reports. Bills work by regular cycles. The machinery and structure of our society attempt to set a rhythm that keeps us all in synch. The non-negotiable and slower timing of the seasons isn’t sufficient for today’s pace of life.

My hopes, optimism, and encouragements for 2013 come from the gradual, the innocuous, the quiet forces that create the breakthroughs that I can react to dramatically. Personally, I would like to experience the overnight success that comes from years of effort, the 10,000 Hour Rule I’ve mentioned in previous posts. Friends tell me that it’s going to happen, probably this year. Acquaintances have mentioned the same thing. This is encouraging. Recently I’ve had fun imaging myself sitting across the desk from Jon Stewart as he interviews me about my most recent book (Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland); and then getting the extended interview because of the rest of my story. Hey, it could happen, and it could happen this year. Word-of-mouth is powerful and people are talking about that and other books that I’ve written.

My global hopes, optimism, and encouragements for 2013 come from the gradual, the innocuous, the quiet forces that create the breakthroughs that we can react to dramatically. Most of those forces are not associated with governments or institutions. Individuals, especially as they connect up via social media, are changing lifestyles in ways that don’t show up in the mainstream media. News conferences aren’t called. Press releases aren’t dispatched. Instead, efforts go into getting work done. That has always been one of America’s strengths, liberty enabling action.

Bits of the new year have already caught me by surprise. More surprises are inevitable. I, and we, are due for a string of positive ones. Positive surprises will certainly make this a Happy New Year.

PS You can’t plan these things. I just got a call from a friend who wants my help on an entire line of products. Allow me to quote, “I’ll make you a millionaire babe. Stick with me babe.” – from someone with 18 years of show-biz talk. Now, wouldn’t that be a surprise? Looks like I have another (unpaid so far) item on my to-do list for today. Stay tuned.

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Semi Annual Exercise EOY 2012

Welcome back my friends that know I do this every six months. For everyone else, hi!

At the end of June and the end of December I follow the advice of Peter Lynch. If you can’t describe the companies you’re invested in, and why you bought those stocks, then ask yourself if you should keep them. I extend that a bit and use the exercise to track the changes in the companies, the stocks, and my interest over the course of years. I typically hold stocks for at least four years, so each company has my version of its history recorded in these exercises. The easiest way to search back is to check my previous blog posts. (I’ll get you started. Semi Annual Exercise Mid 2012)

This has been my toughest investing year. Small companies with great potential, and even revenues in some cases, have dropped and dropped again. The mainstay stock that was DNDN is now gone and I’ve had to nibble through underpriced stocks to pay basic bills out of a dwindling portfolio. My mortgage company is not pleased with the results. Details about the backup plans, job search, and ramifications are throughout my posts.

It’s already late enough on New Year’s Eve, so I’ll keep this short. Normally, I’d already be posting and heading off to socialize, but this is a working holiday season – and that’s good news. A couple of consultations, a major client task, and shepherding my new book (Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland) and my art exhibits means that I’ve been busier working on work than on my portfolio. Like I said, the portfolio is dwindling. Its position on the to-do list priority list dwindled too. (Amazing that all of that work is not enough to pay my bills  – yet.)

But, back to stocks.

Since my 2012 mid year review:

  • In the first half AMSC was down by about 50% – and in the second half dropped another 40%
  • In the first half DNDN was down by about 80% and in the second half was completely sold (No More Dendreon)
  • In the first half GERN was down by about 50% – and in the second half dropped another 20%
  • In the first half GGOX.OB became GIG and doubled! – and in the second half dropped 30% even as they made more money
  • In the first half MVIS was down almost 80% – and in the second half dropped another , what? They rose 50%? June divots happen.
  • In the first half RSOL was down almost 50%. – and in the second half dropped another 30% and was up by about 30% today. No, the 30%s don’t cancel.

Why?

  • AMSC has yet to recover from “The Sinovel Incident”, which sounds like a movie title. Maybe corporate spy movies should be the next big movie genre. AMSC also hasn’t announced stellar sales of, well, any of their products that impress.
  • GERN continues to guess wrong on coin flips. Key clinical trials continue to come up wrong. The great potential seems to be slipping away. One substantial success could make all of the difference; but in the meantime, they have to continue spending money that they get through borrowing, dilution, or fees.
  • GIG continues to grow revenues, staying just below profitability. But they’re growing! But the stock is down. Rational markets, ha!
  • MVIS is up? I had to double check. That’s not its historical trend. Ah. My mid-year data point was in a price divot. Look back to last year and the market cap is effectively flat.
  • RSOL is probably down because sales are down and that may be because worries are up. Investors are probably pinning solar power plays to politics and subsidies rather than the long term and growing trend in the need for renewable energy sources.

Regardless of the news and my situation, I am a long term optimist. I’m not quite sure how I am going to get through my current situation, but I know that the best way to get through anything is to not stop in the middle of it. Some of my faith and confidence in investing has been shaken, but I also know that such a series of unfortunate coin flips can as equally likely be followed by more than enough fortunate tosses. That would bring back my faith in markets, or at least statistics and the return to the mean.

Here’s the End Of 2012 edition of my semi-annual stock portfolio exercise. It is a long list of links to Investor Village, The Motley Fool, and Silicon Investor because I think the discussion should happen in a broad forum. Feel free to comment here, but also feel free to post links out to other sites as well. One of the greatest resources individual investors have is other individual investors. Our shared voices can be more powerful than any official financial institution.

Investor Village
AMSC
GERN
GIG
MVIS
RSOL

The Motley Fool
AMSC
GERN
MVIS
RSOL
Economy and Markets

Silicon Investor
AMSC
GERN
GIG
MVIS

Happy New Year!

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Pivotal Times

It was the best of years. It was the worst of years. How can anyone say that? The Top Ten lists are out, and the optimist in me keeps saying, “But, wait. So many things are changing that maybe something incredibly marvelous will happen.” We still have a couple of days left. Anything could happen.  For me, the ending and the of beginning of the year is on the Winter Solstice, but almost everyone else fixes that date at 12/31. Regardless of the holidays or the choice of the year’s beginning, these last few weeks have felt different, and I get the impression from facebook feeds that I’m not the only one noticing and wondering. Things are pivoting.

There’s good news since Wednesday’s post about my job search.
I enjoyed the job interview at the bank on Thursday. I hope they enjoyed it too. They sounded encouraging. That’s good. In so many things corporate though, processes must be followed and it will be weeks before I hear more. The possibility of having a car-less commute and getting to work on the island definitely has an appeal, and the job is in downtown Langley. I’ve lived in downtown Langley. Downtown Langley has almost everything people need.

(Real time interruption: The mortgage company called as usual. Their record is four calls in one day. Without a doubt, there are days when I receive more calls from the mortgage company than I do from friends, family, business, and telemarketers combined. And for a first, and I guess a sign of a pivot in our relationship, they had someone drive an hour and a half to verify that I am still in the house. They certainly are spending a lot of money trying to get money from me. As I’ve told them, when I have sufficient funds, I’ll deliver them. What else can I do? Sell the house? Oh yeah, it is for sale, and has been for months. Stay tuned.)
Home For Sale
Where was I? Oh yeah, downtown Langley, a downtown small enough to fit inside one of the mainland shopping malls. But, it is much more pleasant and quieter. Working there has significant advantages and would be a significant change from working from home. Working in the bank would be working with the community. I like it!

Another bit of good news involves me working from home, but in a different sense. I’m actually getting paid. (Though not enough to appease the mortgage company.) Entrepreneurs are familiar with the scenario. Work hard until you get paid. We get to set our own hours, which are usually too long; and work on whatever we want, without knowing if any of it will succeed. Eventually something clicks. Whether because of my efforts or not, I’ve been hired as a contractor to produce a program plan for an online museum that is under construction. Working with the History of Computing for Learning and Education (HCLE) means working at something I enjoy, with people I know, about a topic I’ve lived. (That makes me sound old, and within the world of computers, maybe I am.) The goal of the museum is to be an education and research resource, as well as being entertaining for regular visitors. The pivotal decades of the 1970’s through the 1990’s changed many aspects of education: what was taught, who learned it, and how it was taught. The people that lived that era and defined those trends will get the opportunity to have their experiences and insights recorded and made available to researchers and the inquisitive. How did we get to where we are now? As a writer, I also know there will be stories in there. Intriguing.

Extend that work a bit and maybe I’ll be profitably compensated for ongoing efforts. I’d have a job with a virtual commute.

More good news? Sure! One friend continues to exert herculean efforts at getting my resume ready and then shepherding my application through her company. That job would pay the most, have the longest commute, but the work wouldn’t be much of a stretch. I’ve never had the title Program Manager, but I’ve managed programs and projects that exceed the yearly revenues of some small companies. It’s all about the relationships with the people and getting the job done. Maybe you remember my motto, “My passion is for people and ideas.” Helping people act on their ideas, while maybe throwing in some of my own, is fascinating, and can be fun. I’ve done it before, but the pivotal aspect would be the culture shift from the quiet island to the frantic cubicles. It can be done, again!

Other major pivots in my life:

  • In 2012, I finished the five year photo essay of Whidbey Island. February Reflects FebruaryI caught my breath a bit, and now step into 2013 when the task is the exhibiting, sales, and distribution of the work. I’ve scheduled a few events, and have many more to add to the calendar. Want to add me to your list? I’m also porting my photos over to another online gallery. (The previous gallery had nice traffic, but too many people were confused by the shopping process. That’s rather key to the whole idea.)
  • In 2012, I published Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland (available on kindle). I caught my breath a bit, and now step into – hey, this sounds familiar. I’m scheduling events based on those words and photos as well. “One man’s search for joy, and at least his evening Guinness.”Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland
  • There are changes for my classes in 2013. The Madrona self-publishing workshops continue, but with a few tweaks. I’ve reformatted my social media workshops into a series of classes on the third Saturday of every month. One bite at a time, instead of everything in  a day. So, the self-publishing classes work better as weekend-long intensives, and the Social Media intensives were too intense so I’ve eased them back into a simpler format.
  • The biggest pivot may be the slowest, as if it embodies the most inertia and will effect the greatest change. Regardless of whether I’ve been paid or not, I have developed some level of recognition for my skills, talents, enthusiasm, energy, and even some insights. I’m being recognized as a consultant worth referring people to. Glad to be of service. According to Klout, one measure of a person’s impact at least via social media, I’m known for my perspectives on personal finance, Scotland, and self-publishing. I’ve even seen significant traffic from nasdaq.com. Investors are finding me there when they are looking for information or commentary about particular stocks. MVIS is popular, despite its price and performance. From such goodwill, marvelous things can happen.

Pivots outside of my control:

  • Have you heard about the fiscal cliff? There’s news that will happen in the next few days, whichever way it goes.
  • Have you heard that the estimates for climate change, that some debunked as extremist, were actually conservative and that we’re warming faster than we predicted? Talk to folks with sea level housing. The debate isn’t academic. Sandbags happen.
  • The list of major shifts is longer than a post. You’re welcome to go back and visit my post called, “Everything Changes” for a short list with a bit more detail. The things on the list are closer by the number of days since I published that bit of writing.

Many people seek stability. If they have it, they hang on tight, sometimes to their detriment. They may pivot around a point, but they don’t move; and when they do, the change is more dramatic. I expected more stability through the diversity in my life and efforts, and found I had painfully less. Pivotal change and motion are necessary if I am going to live long and prosper. Standing still is not a permanent option.  And change is happening. I don’t know where it’s heading, how long it’s going to take, or what it will be like along the way, but I know I must embrace change. Change has always been the only constant. Pivot to a new direction and go. Now’s the time.

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My Jobs Report Month 16

I wondered how this timing would feel. Christmas was the 16 month anniversary of my job search. (Step back through the months by following the earlier posts.) The short version: No job yet. The longer version: There are some intriguing possibilities, but that’s been the case before too. The even longer version: Well, that’s why I blog; otherwise my 500+ friends on facebook and my almost 300 connections on LinkedIn would only have to check my profile to see if anything has changed. We humans don’t track stories that way.

Christmas Day was fine. There was no big drama fest. I was impacted more by a persistent cold than by my financial net worth. I’d planned a very small event, maybe with a friend or two, but my contagion was a good reason to make it a solo event. There weren’t many gifts, so those I received stood out more than usual; and just like back at Thanksgiving, for me the day was a great excuse to play in the kitchen.

  • Ham(tradition!)
  • Yams (they’re orange and rhyme with ham)
  • Baked beans (comfort food is comforting)
  • Fried/sauteed brussel sprouts (there must be a nod towards green)
  • Cornbread (gluten-free of course)
  • Squashed Pear Pie (made like pumpkin with pears chopped and mixed in, and baked in the squash shell)
  • Wine (2002 Trimbach Gewurtztraminer as I pull from my old wines, this one making me wonder if there’s a family tie)
  • Tea (plenty of fluids, eh?)

I’ve got leftovers for weeks.

Squashed Pear Pie
As for jobs, the days before Christmas were more intriguing.

Earlier in the month I was celebrating one of those sole-proprietor moments – depositing money. For a number of reasons, mostly because I like people, I make the deposits with the teller. They know me. We have a good time visiting. It was a busy day, but quiet enough that I overheard a dude talking to the bank manager. The dude was slouched in the visitor’s chair looking very relaxed. He was there for an interview, but he really didn’t want the job. He just had to apply and show up so he could maintain his unemployment benefits. Of course, there was more, but that’s the part I heard. Maybe he said it as a joke. I don’t know. I finished my business and departed.

A week or so ago I walked back in to make another deposit. (Consulting with artists and entrepreneurs was better than expected in December.) I was the only customer, but the crew was busy. There’s a lot of work to do even without customers walking into the bank. They are understaffed and told me about it. Over the months I’ve applied for such jobs, but suspected the resume bots were throwing out my applications because the certifications were more important than the skills. I had nothing to lose, so I walked over to the manager and asked him about how I could help. He listened to my verbal resume, and told me to apply again, and email him as I did so. That way he could make sure my application made it to his desk. Merry Christmas. The interview is tomorrow. Stay tuned.

The day before Christmas held another event. A friend wanted some enthusiasm for her project, so she called me for some motivation. Sure, I can do that. I’m a fan of her project. Amidst that phone call we talked about another of her projects that is languishing for a variety of reasons. Then she realized that project had enough funds to hire me to put together the larger plan and write the appropriate grants that could fund the grand plan. But first I have to write a proposal. If that course is successful, I might play a role that would pay me a full time wage while working from home on a project that uses and requires decades of experience with computers and computing. After I type this post, I’ve got to write a proposal for how I’ll write a proposal. Stay tuned.

While all of that is going on, another friend and fellow job searcher succeeded and became a well-paid employee of a major corporation. She knows me and the job, and knows that I have the skills they need. For her first few hectic weeks, we’ve played telephone and email tag as she coaches the reformatting of my resume to match her company’s style. I’m waiting for a phone call from her as I type. She found a job that she thinks I’m right for. Now we have to step through all of the official and unofficial steps in the employee referral process. Stay tuned.

Sixteen months of looking. Typing that made me pause. If I’d spent all of that time in school I’d be most of the way to an associate’s degree, or would have already completed the certification process for a variety of skills. I’ve got plenty of experience. I just didn’t get the official titles and certificates along the way. I was more interested in getting the job done than in padding my resume. Maybe focusing on the work instead of the honors was one of my luxuries I enjoyed during my temporary early semi-retirement. In any case, I launched into my job search thinking it would take three to six months, not sixteen. The optimist in me continually expects the good news to be imminent. Maybe now it will come to fruition.

These three intriguing possibilities have a couple of things in common: each involves a personal connection, and each has some way of working around the resume process. And of course, nothing is guaranteed. And of course, the world provides unimaginable positive surprises.

So, I sit here, finishing this post, waiting for the phone to ring and also hesitant if it does. The mortgage company continues their barrage and I don’t have caller ID.

I’m looking forward to 2013, partly because another aspect of my life provided a wonderful encouragement. I got into a conversation with one of the local librarians about carrying my most recent ebook (Walking Thinking Drinking Across Scotland). By the end of the conversation she’d booked me for talks on three separate subjects (Scotland, photos of Whidbey, and Social Media). She held herself back with a laugh and said something like, “It looks like 2013 will be the Year of Tom Trimbath.” That has stayed with me since.

I don’t know what’s going to happen. Maybe many things will happen simultaneously, and I’ll have to pick from and manage many good possibilities. Okay, I’m envisioning myself sitting across the desk from Jon Stewart as we tape my interview on The Daily Show. One thing is for sure. However this works out, I definitely have a story to tell.

Stay tuned.

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Crossover Into A New World

We’ve reached the end of the stone calendar. Time to reset the Mayan clock back to zero. Considering everything I’ve been going through, waking up to a brand new world is appealing. Let me check; yep, looks about the same. But, I know things are changing. There’s a mathematics term commonly used in various arenas: crossover. When two lines or trends intersect, they’ve crossed over each other. That point shows up well on a graph, but it may be hard to discern in a life. So, maybe we are in a brand new world, but we just can’t tell.

To my engineering colleagues, please pardon this simplification. Crossover is a simple thing. Think of a rocket trying to liftoff. The rocket has to produce more thrust than the rocket’s weight. But the rocket doesn’t start at full thrust, sometimes it has to build up a bit. At the same time, the rocket’s weight is dropping because it’s burning its own fuel. At some point, at the crossover point, the thrust has increased and the weight has decreased and they balance. The rocket doesn’t begin to liftoff until after the crossover point. (Actually it’s held back a bit longer for stability, and the thrust curve is a bit different, but hey, I wanted to use a straightforward picture.)

People familiar with the Financial Integrity Nine Step Program know of a different crossover point (Step 8). Crossover happens when a person’s passive secure income exceeds their living expenses. Ideally, the income grows faster than expenses and the rest of life can be spent with enough and maybe more than enough. In the best scenarios, income increases and expenses drop. I’ve seen it happen because when there is sufficient surplus cash, it is possible to buy better solutions. It is possible to spend more up front to save more later. Off-the-grid houses are an excellent example. They may cost more to build, but eventually they pay for themselves and leave a homeowner with no utility bills.

Assumptions must be made. The rocket scientists assume the rocket was built correctly, that the fuel is good, and that the engine doesn’t fail. My one rocket launch blew up after it left the pad. Oops. (Details unavailable.) My personal experience with my financial crossover point was based on a relaxation of the “secure” part of the “passive” income. I thought diversification and backup plans would suffice, but it doesn’t feel that way right now. I know others who have reached Financial Independence crossover point (FI crossover), only to see other assumptions fail. Expenses can rise. Health care costs are hard to predict. Relationships dramatically change living expenses. I witnessed that through my divorce. What was enough for a couple to be retired may not be enough for two single people. Of course, the flip side can happen, too. Two struggling single people can drop their living expenses by becoming a couple. Two incomes that weren’t enough, may be more than enough together.

Rockets succeed and rockets fail. Financial plans succeed and financial plans fail. We’re all just making the best guesses we can with what we’ve got.

At the moment of the crossover point, there is little confidence. Eagerness and anxiety are in balance as well. Optimism and pessimism can see both futures. Does the rocket leave the Earth or does it make a big hole in it? Is it really possible to retire and life the life I want, or have I missed something, or will I run into some bad luck? At the crossover point, there’s no way to know. At that point, the rocket is still on the ground and the income is barely paying the expenses.

In an astronomical sense, the world reached a crossover point yesterday. It’s a yearly event, so it is cyclical and not exactly the same, but it is familiar. The days in the northern hemisphere have begun to lengthen again. The sun has set as far to the south as it will for a while. We know the change has happened, but it is difficult to witness. The solstices are the slowest changes in the yearly cycle. Throughout the rest of the year, the change in a day’s length is more rapid. The day actually changes the quickest at the equinoxes. At the crossover, we rely on experience and trust.

November Sunset - Twelve Months at Cultus Bay (Not the solstice, but we not see the sun then.)

November Sunset – Twelve Months at Cultus Bay (Not the solstice, but we not see the sun then.)

I think we are reaching numerous crossover points within society, civilization, and the environment. Some see the changes coming, just like those financial independent folks that chart their money on their Big Wall Chart. Many are in denial because the changes aren’t dramatic enough to readily witness; or, even if they witness a change, it can be hard to believe it comes from this source or that. One of the appealing things about rockets is that the difference between one side of the crossover point and the other is definitely dramatic and unequivocal. We’re entering a new world. We just can’t tell what it is from where we are.

I know I am entering a new world. My income and expenses are driven by multiple crossover possibilities.

My investment income dramatically fell. That’s why I am temporarily not making mortgage payments. Yet, I am an optimist and realize the possibility that those stocks have bottomed and may recover. My business income is rising quickly, which is handy because the business expenses have risen too; but, next year I might actually make a profit if this trend continues. That would be a crossover point worth celebrating. My consulting business is improving. I’ve even been approved as a personal finance expert over at expertbooth.com. (Online sessions at $1/minute.) Consulting, writing, speaking, and art sales all greatly benefit from word-of-mouth referrals. My books are becoming better known. My speaking engagements are speaking for themselves are hosts talk to hosts. And my art is well enough known on Whidbey that many identify me as “that photographer”. The Ten Thousand Hour Rule is basically a crossover point where accumulated effort and momentum finally reach self-sustaining levels and an overnight success is born – after a 10,000 hour gestation. I’ve definitely been working long enough and hard enough, and have established enough art inventory. Ideally, that would become my (relatively) passive income.

My expenses continue to diminish. Partly that is external, but the forced financial exercise has awakened a personal realization of how little is required for me to enjoy my life. I’ve scaled back numerous times before; and here I go again, finding a lifestyle that is more enjoyable and that costs even less.

Dropping my expenses means I’ve dropped my crossover point. Every extra bit of income becomes that much more powerful. The difference between one side of my personal finance crossover point and the other will be that much more dramatic.

  • If you want to learn how to figure out your personal finance crossover point, go to financialintegrity.org, and remember that is step 8. There may be some homework involved.
  • If you want to learn how to figure out various crossover points related to rocket science, whew, well, there will be lots of home work involved.
  • If you want to learn the crossover points within society, civilization, and the environment, ah, well, there’s the entire world wide web.
  • I didn’t mention it above, but some of the most significant crossover points are related to the possible Digital Singularity, that I’ve written about before.
  • If you want to help me with my crossover points, spread the word, post reviews, buy some art, call me to consult about finance, or social media, or self-publishing, or karate, or . . .

We’re crossing over to a new world, and the only thing we can be certain of is that it won’t be like the world we knew. Stay tuned.

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