You became a millionaire woman in your early 30s - meaning you were not millionaire before, and by chance of lottery or your successful business idea or becoming an influencer at age of somewhere in early 30s, you got rich af. Just to clarify rules because many of you got confused:
Friday I am asking about is not your first day being rich, you been rich for a while now, maybe half a year, you do not have loans or mortgages because you already took care of that couple months ago, and no it’s not your last day being rich, it’s just another Friday. You got money, you got time depending on how you became rich, but it’s not the point. Point is how does your typical Friday look like. From morning until very last minute you close your eyes to sleep.
Another clarification, you have been this woman all your life, you did not wake up one day just to be this rich woman, and no you have not been a man before. You have been a girl then grown into a woman doing woman things. And it is a normal unrelated Friday, not Valentine’s day, or Valentine’s it’s up to you. Point is you have not been rich from the start. This is unrelated Friday when you been rich af for a while now.
Thanks for your sincere answers
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Bonjour
A million dollars doesn’t really change your life much, the biggest difference is probably owning a home or having more money invested, but you’re still going to have to work.
Million dollars is enough to retire if you invest that into stock markets and life off the interests which would average 70k a year.
Assuming you already own a home, and the stock market stonks upward forever, yeah. Otherwise you’re renting and in 30 years when rent is 15k/month you’re outta luck.
I own a house and I don’t make anywhere even close to 70k a year.
Yes it does assume economic growth over the rest of my lifetime but it has done that for the past 100+ years so it’s not a completely unreasonable expectation and even if that is not the case then we’d all be screwed either way.
you are clearly not reading my question, this is not reddit
Wake up, eat 6 hardboiled eggs, go to my job as a bouncer (I’m a strong lady as I’ve been eating 6 eggs every morning), come home, take my poodle Randolf for a swim in the river, check my investments, then shit post on Reddit for 6 hours.
Is that what you were imagining?
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And how your day would look like if you were a millionaire and have a business that generates 100k net profit a month and you do not have to spend too much time on that business.
I don’t know. And frankly, I don’t care. I have no desire for that level of wealth.
It’s not about desire. It’s about imagining your day as a care free millionaire.
There’s a lot of everyday millionaires that live pretty average, mundane lives.
No life is “carefree”. There’s stuff that happens that you can’t predict. Car accidents, bad weather, people dying, bad hair days, falling down, etc.
Bad hair as a millionaire? It’s just lazy
A millionaire? I’d work my nine to five job and live in a 2 bedroom house in a suburb.
I’d try out a lot of the clothes I wish I could look good in. Especially now that I can afford them
Is this like a ‘13 Going on 30’ situation, where I am waking up this Friday morning suddenly in the body of this 30 year old woman? Or have I been this woman the whole time, and I’m just waking up to a normal Friday morning in my life? Final clarifying question, is it still Valentines Day in this scenario, or is it an unrelated Friday morning?
My answer will change drastically depending on the details of this scenario.
you been this woman all your life and it’s normal Friday morning, it’s not Valentines Day, unrelated Friday.
It’s starting off with a lot of being 'eepy and bedrotting, probably until 10 or 11 am. Once I finally feel like getting out of bed, I’d go out to a really nice local cafe with a laptop, have tea and a light breakfast while working on fielding emails/calling clients/whatever admin is necessary for the business that makes me millions. After maybe four hours of working and sipping tea, I’d take an early break, and text my boytoy to see if he wants to see a movie tonight. I’d want to go to a trendy art-house theater and watch something deep and thought-provoking, just to be amused at dinner afterward as the man attempts to engage in thoughtful conversation about what we saw. I’d bring him back home, destroy his body and subjugate his soul, and then send him back home before midnight so I can bedrot alone for another hour.
Yes, this is brilliant, I want more from others! Thanks
I’m not judging, but this is an odd fetish