Thursday, August 27, 2009

I am not my FICO score.

and in case you didn't know, you are not your FICO score either.

I am certain somewhere Suze Orman just threw a little fit. I got a letter in the mail the other day with my FICO score. So right now you are probably thinking aw-oh Lacy's got a poor FICO score and not she's up on her beautifully crafty soap box to talk about it. On the contrary my FICO score is a thing of beauty! Mema, you are gonna be proud, I know Suze Orman would be!

But looking at this piece of paper with a number that defines my credit worthiness I think it is a a big pile of steaming poo. Yeap I said it. I get the importance of great financials but seriously people they don't define you. Now more then ever when people are laid off and hurting from having a beautiful income one day and nothing the next all these pieces of paper can scare you into thinking that you are defined by a number. And aren't they all trying to fit us into a number somewhere?

It started with fighting for number 1 in childhood sports, grades in school, then the dreaded SAT that would determine the rest of your life and now your FICO score is the magic number. Seriously, people? SERIOUSLY?!

What I know for sure is that I am passionate and full of potential and looking for an opportunity to use my power house of magical healing yoga bad ass organizational genius decorating wonderful powers to ....
are you ready for this!?

to CREATE NUMBERS! Lots and lots of zero's in a bank account that would allow me to not worry about numbers. You see the flaw in this system? I do and I am shaking my head right now.

So what do you think? Do those numbers stress you right out? Make you feel proud or terrified? Do you even know your FICO score?

Alright got that out of my system. Now off to eat something and drink some more water. I've been bad bad about getting enough water each day so today I am gonna make that change today. : )

Have a lovely day no matter what your FICO score,

Lacy

1 comment:

Marizee said...

Well if it's not one number it's another. I went to my neurology appt today and had to get on the dreaded scale. And it was one of these huge flatbed types with big bars for support screwed on the wall right next to it. Makes you feel like livestock.

Yep, the good ol' weight number.

I think I would have cried if I hadn't literally just been commenting on your blog a moment earlier with all my funny king julien quotes. I think moto moto would have said "girl you're huge...you're chunky..."

Bassett hound.