Is the American Dream Dead? I hope so!

If you had asked any random American in the spring of 2008 how they defined the “American Dream,” you would probably hear something to the effect of owning a house with a white picket fence, a few children running around the yard with a dog, and a BMW for him and a Honda Odyssey for her parked in the driveway. Fast forward a few years to the summer of 2011 and that same person may have a slightly different answer. It’s not that people don’t want the same types of things as they did prior to the recent downturn in the economy, it’s just that the thick veil of unreality that had clouded the eyes of millions of Americans for years suddenly became a little bit thinner.

For tens of thousands, the American Dream was achieved not by years of conservative spending habits and prudent investing, but rather a no-limits bared consumption lifestyle fueled by easy credit and people’s unwillingness to use the word “no” to stuff. “Should I buy a 3rd pair of shoes this month even though I have 5 like them at home?” Yes! “Should I buy a new Ford F-250 truck even though I’m not a contractor and I commute 35-minutes to downtown each day?” Sure! “Should I take out a HELOC to fund that $50,000 gourmet kitchen I’ve always dreamed of despite the fact that 99% of my cooking involves the microwave?” Of course I should! “Should I buy this home that’s 3 times larger than I need, with no money down and an adjustable mortgage due to adjust in 36 months?” Absolutely!

These examples may be comical to a degree but a quick step back a few years and that was reality for many people. “Let the good times roll” was the prevailing attitude for the masses and the result was the inevitable crash we all had the privilege to walk through. As our glass-house perceptions of reality came crashing down all around us, we adamantly cried “never again, I’ll do it differently next time.” Fiscal responsibility chatter started flooding in from the white houses of Main Street to the slightly larger White House on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. At last, everyone seemed to be reading the Tortoise and the Hare again and desiring to morph their lives to resemble that of the Tortoise.

Though the mess isn’t over for everyone yet, there are enough positive changes from the job and stock markets alike to see that a recovery is in progress. Life is returning to what many people would call normality;  in doing so, I wonder if all those people who begged to become the Tortoise, if given the 2nd chance, are doing so? I’m curious what lessons have really been learned during the down times? Have behaviors really changed? Do we really intend to be more watchful of our spending habits? Have our investment strategies sincerely become more conservative? Have the methods for obtaining the American Dream, at least the pre-recession versions, really died? I hope so for all of our sake. Otherwise, we’ll be right back in this position within a decade if not sooner.

Gabe Incorporated

I can’t remember when it started but at some point in my childhood I became fascinated with the idea of becoming a millionaire and retiring by age 30. At the time I’m sure I thought that 30 was “old” (I’m 27 now). A million dollars seemed like a huge number and I figured it would take me getting started immediately to make it by my projected completion age, so I started my first company: Gabe Incorporated. Seeing how I was 12 years old I figured I could do just about anything I wanted. I remember taking this large bulletin board sized paper and writing all the services that Gabe Inc. would offer the hungry public: lawn mowing, weed-eating, car washing, car cleaning, house repair, house cleaning, pool boy, and on and on the list went. Finishing the list I realized my new company had so much business potential that I would need employees, so I interviewed and hired two neighbor friends.

After my first CEO’s address to the corporation’s employees it was time to market our services. It took knocking on 5 doors before our company solicited its first victim…I mean customer. It was a complete car was and detail of a pickup. After two hours of meticulous cleaning by an 11, 12 and 13 year old the customer was satisfied enough to pay us our asking fee of $20 (very generous considering the finished product)! A rush of satisfaction came over me and I knew I was my way to a million dollar neighborhood enterprise. However, the rush ended as soon as I had to pay my “employees”. Twenty dollars doesn’t look as attractive to a 12 year old when split 3 ways, so I did what any good CEO would do with a successful company needing a bigger piece of the profits…I downsized. That’s right, after my first day I slashed expenses by lying off my workforce and converting my corporation into a sole proprietorship!

What a life for a 12 year! I had a lot of fun coming up with business plans and negotiating deals with my neighbors. It taught me a lot about working hard for other people and standing behind what I do. I actually kept three clients (I did their landscaping each week) for four years. While I haven’t hit my first million yet I am still convinced it’s obtainable before my 31st birthday. Thirty doesn’t appear as “old” as it does when you’re 12, and retirement has taken on a new meaning. The term I use now is financially independent. I enjoy working because I have a joy for what I do and a purpose for doing it. I love to give and be a blessing to my family, church and friends. My new dream is not just to become a millionaire for the sake of having a million dollars, but to have the capacity to give in a huge way every year. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.