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Incubating the nest egg. My way.

Being fifty-something, I’m keeping an eye trained on our nest egg. Not in an obsessive-check-the-balance-daily kind of way. (I’d have driven myself spare during the GFC.) My effort is more a cursory-steady-as-she-goes-nothing-to-see-here-folks-side-glance. In fact, it’s a lot like denial. The economic climate hasn’t been kind to we superannuation holders of late. It’s daunting (and disempowering)… Continue reading Incubating the nest egg. My way.