I work at a Registered Investment Advisor firm. I am not, however, a financial person. I’m a regular person. I do not manage portfolios. I do not read prospectuses for fun.

I play a supporting role at Carnegie Investment Counsel. As Marketing Coordinator, my job is to draw out the insights and guidance from the big brains of the financial professionals around me and get it out in front of the people who actually need it. That's you. Blogs, videos, emails, educational content. That kind of thing. I'm an ideas-and-words person in a room full of math-and-numbers people.

One thing we absolutely share, though: A genuine desire for clients to get the objective, transparent, and personalized investment services they deserve. Not to be dramatic, but I love my job.

So, even though I’m not a financial person, I am adjacent to some of the smartest financial minds around, and I soak up as much as I can. Naturally, I assumed some of that had to be rubbing off on my own financial life. I've done the things. I have a will. I have beneficiaries named. I have signed important-looking documents in important-looking offices.

Plus, I’m young.

Okay, yeah, I was born in the 1900’s but still… estate planning is a problem for future me. I was not worried.

So imagine my surprise on a random Thursday when I showed up to what I thought was just another workshop to take notes for content ideas and walked out texting my husband: "WE NEED TO SCHEDULE A MEETING WITH AN ESTATE PLANNER, like yesterday!"

Here’s what happened: