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Re:On Being Rich-ish: Lessons I learned becoming suddenly mi... by lrvick on Thursday August 04, 2022 @05:11PM (#32348332)
20 years ago I was living in a $100 car with 3 immovable doors that I had to push start and repair every day. I was working 80 hour weeks doing day labor in the mornings and telemarketing in the evenings. I also sometimes did truck deliveries, street magic, random tech gigs from craigslist, PC repair. If there was a craigslist ad with a problem I would learn enough to solve it well enough to get paid and get referrals.

Any free day I was trying to get better at programming on college library computers I was able to use by copying other peoples student IDs off sign in sheets.

I made maybe $1500 a month which barely covered food, gas, and helping out people even poorer than me while trying to slowly save for a vehicle that could make a cross country trip to somewhere with other work options.

I eventually got a $1000 vehicle that only needed weekly repair, used it to relocate to a more populated area, upgraded to an abandoned trailer with borrowed electricity and no septic, and got a retail job.

Now I had more time to build tech skills. Eventually got the confidence to take on contract coding jobs, and then the confidence to do that full time.

Eventually I knew enough to pass interviews and get a salaried software engineering role. Then another. Turns out there was plenty of demand for some of the skills developed along the way doing random coding and infosec gigs, managing cheap DIY servers for thousands of users of random open source side projects of mine, and building custom Linux kernels for whatever random old hardware I could find.

Worked my from software engineering roles into running security departments for a series of well known companies by finding major security bugs at every employer. Turns out security is one of those things everyone seems to think is someone else's job, so I always made it mine.

Now I own a home and have a family in Silicon Valley. I own a security consulting company where my team and I have several audit projects and retainer contracts at any given time helping major companies spot security flaws, and build defenses.

Going from homeless to the comfort I currently enjoy was a long road. I never fully shake the fear I could lose it all and be back on the streets at any time. That is only amplified now that others depend on me. I never took 401ks because I expect life or the institutions will fail me before I ever see it back. Never 100% trust banks because I worry funds will be stolen via identity theft or go negative into overdraft hell I can never pay back, no matter how high the balance. I always have the need to have multiple income sources so no single one of them drying up can sink me. The need to learn new skills constantly so I always deliver results most others cannot so people keep paying me. The need to prep for every worst case scenario I can think of always for myself and those that pay me.

In the end, I think this pressure of always feeling a bit chased has served me well and still does. I also do not know that I would recommend this path to anyone, but I am generally pretty happy these days so I will take it.

Re:On Being Rich-ish: Lessons I learned becoming suddenly mi... by putsjoe on Thursday August 04, 2022 @07:33PM (#32349649)
Just wanted to say genuinely well done, this is an inspirational post. What would you say kept you going back then? What was your motivation?
Re:On Being Rich-ish: Lessons I learned becoming suddenly mi... by lrvick on Friday August 05, 2022 @04:37AM (#32353317)
I struggled with depression through my teens and early adult years. I began to identify the only way it was quieted was by constantly spending time learning new skills, and making myself measurably less dependent on others, or more useful to others. Only when I have done that recently can I quiet the voices that tell me I am a useless sack of shit. Somewhere along the line the proof my hard work was paying off became easier and easier to see and depression was more and more distant. I simply became addicted to the moments of not feeling depressed because I was proud of a recent win obtained after however many failures required.

I also always noticed a pattern that when people start drinking when they are poor or depressed, they seem to get stuck in that place. I decided I would reward myself with the option of moderated vices only after I was in a reasonably stable, sustainable, and happy place in life and career. I was on my own with nothing at 17 and celebrated my success with my first drink at 25 when I felt like I earned it.

YMMV. I am not a mental health professional.