I didn’t grow up with financial advice. No one sat me down to talk about savings, budgets, or how to plan for a crisis. Like many women of my generation, I learned the hard way—through long nights, unpaid bills, and months that lasted longer than money ever did.
There were days I stood in the kitchen, gas bill in one hand and grocery list in the other, knowing I couldn’t afford both. Days I skipped meals in silence so my family wouldn’t have to. Days when the ATM screen showed a balance I couldn’t bear to see—let alone change.
And yet, somehow, we made it through.
But here’s the truth I want you—my daughter—to know:
‘Barely making it through isn’t the same as being prepared.’
I don’t want you to learn the way I did. I want you to walk into adulthood with your eyes open, your head high, and a plan in your hand. That plan doesn’t need to be perfect. It just needs to exist.
I call it “money mapping”—not because it sounds smart, but because that’s exactly what it is. It’s about charting a course for your money. Giving it direction, purpose, and limits. Making sure it doesn’t drift aimlessly—or vanish without trace.
You don’t need an expensive app or a fancy degree.
You need a pen. A notebook.
And the courage to look at your income and say, This is mine. I will manage it—before it manages me.
Start with the emergencies, because life won’t wait for you to be ready. Save even a little — Tk 500, Tk 1,000, whatever you can. Tuck it away. Call it your peace-of-mind fund. Because when something breaks — and something always does — that small fund will speak louder than panic ever could.
If you borrow money, pay it back with intention. Don’t let debt sleep beside you at night. Tackle it, one step at a time. You’ll breathe easier with every loan cleared — trust me.
Track your spending. Not to punish yourself, but to understand yourself. Your money tells the story of your life — what you value, what you chase, what you ignore. Know that story. Own it.
Plan for the long game. I know retirement feels a lifetime away. I know owning land or building a home seems impossible now. But if you don’t start moving toward those goals, you’ll look up one day and realize you’re still standing in the same place. Open a DPS. Ask your bank about savings schemes. Small steps. But steady ones.
And please — don’t forget to save for joy. Save for the saree you’ve been eyeing, the solo trip you dream of, the book that feels like a treat. Money isn’t just survival. It’s freedom. It’s choices. Let it serve you — not the other way around.
Once a month, sit down with your numbers. Not with fear — with curiosity. What came in? What went out? What can be better next month? That 30-minute check-in will become your most powerful ritual.
Set goals with names and numbers. Not “I want to save more,” but “I want to save Tk 60,000 in six months for a new laptop.” That’s Tk 10,000 a month. It’s a real plan. Real plans build real progress.
And speak openly about money. With your partner, your friends, or yourself. We were raised to whisper about finances—as if poverty were shameful and wealth were arrogant. But money isn’t a secret. It’s a skill. Learn it. Share it.
Above all, be careful. There are too many traps out there. Scams in the name of easy profits. Illegal crypto schemes. Quick-money promises that leave you worse than where you started.
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Stay grounded in what’s real, lawful, and time-tested.
And daughter, please remember: you don’t need to be rich to be wise with money. You just need to begin. You are not too young. You are not too late. And you are never too far behind to take control.
I didn’t get this knowledge when I needed it most. But I’ve lived it, and now I give it to you—in the hope that your road is steadier than mine.
Build your map. Walk with intention. Spend with purpose. Save with love.
And no matter what, know this: you’ve got this.
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