Yesterday was tax day for me and I have mixed feelings. Usually I’m happy about paying taxes. I know, I know, I’m weird — but I’ve benefited from what my taxes pay for and I’m grateful. It’s also a great indication of how much money I’ve made.
Thanks to installment payments and lower income, I didn’t have to pay much for 2015. I’m trying to remember how stressed I was in 2014 when I was working seven days a week and a Big Personal Event happened that left me scrambling to find the time. Sure I made a lot more money, but it left me thinking about the whole work/life balance thing.
Oh, I’m self-employed, by the way. A lot of people think you have more free time when you work for yourself (as though you’re retired), but most self-employed people I know actually have less, because you’re working all the time.
I went to the bank to make the tax payments (I’m rather fond of the big PAID stamp they have) and while I was there I spoke to an advisor. I mentioned my next big project is saving up for an investment/income property. He told me that with my equity and good credit I wouldn’t need to save up, I could finance the whole thing through the bank. All I have to do is go in when I’m ready and they’ll pre-approve me.
Fully financing a second mortgage through a bank? Too Big to Fail started flashing through my brain. Credit is good, when used appropriately. But sometimes credit is like Spandex.
Just because you can get it, doesn’t mean you should use it.
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