New Voices
Mark Crothers | Dec 27, 2025
Isn't it great? We’ve had forum posts from five new contributors recently! It’s wonderful to see fresh voices joining the conversation. Keep it up into the new year, people—I’m loving the new perspectives you're bringing! Who else has a story or an idea to share? We’d love to hear from you!
Read more » My New Zero-Wage CEO Role
Mark Crothers | Sep 1, 2025
This morning, as I was drinking my coffee, I realized it was September 1st. Today, with the kids returning to school in Ireland, grandparents across the country will be taking on after-school care duties. This got me thinking. Just after I retired and before heading to my vacation home, I had an eight-week window into one aspect of my retirement future: helping out a couple of days per week minding the grandkids. This was a new and unique adventure that I'm looking forward to resuming in late September. My initial impressions of this new responsibility have been enlightening. Although my grandson spent part of the summer with us, entertaining him one-on-one is a different kettle of fish. I've discovered that school drop-off is a dog-eat-dog world, where you jostle for the perfect parking space. It’s highly exciting when you spot a place right at the school gate, with envious "yummy mummies" looking on in anger. Very satisfying, and worth missing that second coffee. Then there's soccer at the local park after school. I’m positioned in the goal while my grandson kicks the ball at me as hard as he can, seeking the perfect goal. It hurts when the ball hits me right in the leg! I've had ball-shaped bruises to prove it. Quickly moving on from this indignity, we come to his favorite Xbox video game, Fortnite. I've mastered the basics but keep getting killed within minutes. I’m going to need a refresher course in September. My grandson thinks I'm a bit rubbish at it, but my goal is to last a bit longer before getting laughed at. Then we have my younger granddaughter. She’s not yet experienced the joys of school but loves trying to shove plastic cups into my mouth while making me dinner with her toy kitchen.…
Read more » My Favourite Day: Retirement Payday Wednesday
Mark Crothers | Jul 9, 2025
I like Wednesday now; it's my favorite day of the week. When I was organizing everything before selling my business and retiring, I was so uptight and stressed about sorting out a cash flow stream for our everyday spending. I decided to pay ourselves weekly, reasoning it would make things easier to track what we spent this way. If you think about it, it's a silly thing to do. It's not like it was a surprise to me what we spent; I'd been funding that for countless years. I ran a small business with a multimillion-dollar turnover. My focus was on optimizing cash flow, generating income, and maximizing profit to keep the enterprise healthy and flourishing. Paying staff and suppliers was an easy thing for me to do. Surprisingly, I had a harder time paying myself. Taking the business's life-giving cash to fund my lifestyle always deeply bothered me. Definitely a weird tension for a business owner! But now I don't have this issue. It's just a joy to see the money drop into our account every week. I actually log into my online banking on a Wednesday morning, coffee in hand, just for the satisfaction of seeing the deposit. I'm easily pleased! Prior to pulling the trigger, I had spreadsheets about retirement income streams coming out of my ears. I would obsess over them nearly every day and get an itch if I hadn't looked in a while. Totally and utterly over the top. Nowadays, I really don't even think about them. I've set my sail, chartered my course, and it's on autopilot. It's a revelation to seemingly receive cash on a weekly basis without having perceived to hustle and work for it. It's a wonderful feeling that I know will fade when it becomes mundane everyday, but at…
Read more » A Nightmare on Destitution Street
Mark Crothers | Oct 31, 2025
It's Halloween, l thought we could have a little scary story today…Booo👻 Mark stared into the glowing screen, watching the blood drain from his reflection. Twenty-three years feeding the warehouse beast, and the numbers whispered their cruel truth: $47,000. A ghost of what might have been. The employer match had waited, an unopened door. But there were other hungers, other demons whispering of pleasures that couldn't wait, of tomorrows that never arrived. "Should've saved more," he breathed into the frigid air, where only walls heard his confession. But rent had climbed like ivy over a grave, and he'd always had a taste for life's sweeter poisons. At sixty-two, something snapped within. He screamed at his manager, raised that finger, and walked. The money was his, wasn't it? He filed early, snatched Social Security with trembling hands, accepted the 30% reduction like a pact signed in blood. Forever. He never thought about it being forever reduced. The advisor's voice wailed through his memory: *"Never withdraw more than 4%” But Mark needed more. Needed to keep the music playing. He pulled 7%, watched his nest egg wither, a body drained by some undead vampire, its wants never satisfied.. By seventy, the 401k had flatlined in the rigor mortis of early death. Zero. Nothing left but the ghost of Social Security, thin as gruel, cold as rain. Now he shuffles through the food bank line. Surrounded by others wearing a hollowed look, eyes that have seen the monster's face. Retirement wasn't supposed to taste like this, like blood, metallic and bitter. The golden dream had curdled into dread and fear: this queue, this wait, this slow-motion haunting. Thirty more years, perhaps. Time stretches ahead like an endless horror. On Halloween night, Mark sits on his step handing out treats. The children's costumes shimmer…
Read more » From Rakhi to Community: Lessons in Family for the Humble Dollar Family
Mark Crothers | Sep 24, 2025
My wife is the child of an Irish mother and a Punjabi father, a family dynamic that has taken on a much deeper meaning for me as I've gotten older. I can't speak for the nearly one billion people on the Indian subcontinent or the vast diaspora of Indian families around the world, but the extended Punjabi family I've known for forty years makes family the bedrock of their lives. I've essentially been adopted into their family and culture. I suppose once they realized I wasn't going anywhere, they decided they might as well educate this "Irish savage" in Indian culture and their way of thinking. This experience has meaningfully shifted my mindset. I've achieved reasonable material success through a combination of luck, happenstance, and years of hard work. Reaching retirement has given me the perspective to see that while this materialistic side of life is essential, it's not the most important element. What matters most to me is the connection with my immediate and close extended family. At this moment, I'm wearing a Rakhi bracelet, tied to my wrist by my "cousin sister" during Raksha Bandhan. It will remain on my wrist until it falls off, a daily reminder of the close, deep-rooted family who cares for me as one of their own. I've come to realize that the things I spent a lifetime accumulating—wealth, status, and possessions—don't provide the same fulfillment as human connection. Without this bond, my retirement would be diminished and a mere shadow of its true potential. But my Punjabi family has also taught me something else: that families have responsibilities to each other, especially during times of loss and uncertainty. When someone passes, you don't scatter—you come together. You honor their memory by protecting what they built and caring for those they leave behind.…
Read more » The Slumping Deck: A Lesson in Time, Money and Memory
Mark Crothers | Jun 23, 2025
I'm standing on my garden deck this morning, a definite slump in the middle causing me slight dismay. I know the cause for a fact: a main structural beam has failed. I built that decking over twenty years ago just after my brother passed away. Looking back, I now realize I started the project as a way to keep busy and cope with grief. Yet, here and now, the question resurfaces: should I spend money to have someone fix it, or should I invest my time and do it myself? For me, it's an easy choice; I enjoy working with wood and find great satisfaction in completing projects like this. The satisfaction of creation, the calm of focused work, and the personal story these efforts bring into our lives often outweigh a purely financial calculation. I'm reminded of Charlie Munger's phrase, "Invert, always invert." Interpreting this idea more loosely, I can see how others might view this equation very differently. This personal dilemma is a small microcosm in the spirit of the "time value of money" problem. Should your time be better spent elsewhere on things that appeal to you, and could your money be more wisely deployed on other investments? The crux of the matter is the realization that both time and money are finite resources, and we must use our best judgment on how to consume these valuable commodities to the betterment of our own lives. Who would have thought that such complex financial concepts could extend to simply fixing a common garden deck? But on this occasion, I only have to know it will remind me of my brother. We had a wonderful childhood together.
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Mark Crothers is a retired small business owner from the UK with a keen interest in personal finance and simple living. Married to his high school sweetheart, with daughters and grandchildren, he knows the importance of building a secure financial future. With an aversion to social media, he prefers to spend his time on his main passions: reading, scratch cooking, racket sports, and hiking.
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