The longer I go without a real job, the better I get at living without one. I’ve been on a small disability pension since 1993. As you can well imagine, inflation has eaten the heck out of its value. On the other hand, I’ve gotten much better at living on less and less. Over the years, I’ve developed quite a skill set.
The thought of working a 9 to 5 job is a horrible thing. Now if that’s what you really want to do, then by all means do it. It’s not for me.
I’m not totally opposed to working for money. I’ve even done it a few times since ‘93. The thing is, it was either to help a friend out or to experience something I hadn’t experienced before. New experiences are a big part of life.
Some people spend all their working lives planning to be free at retirement age. That tells me they place a very low value on freedom. How many people die well before they can retire? How many put themselves in a position where they think they can’t afford to retire? Then there are those who have their pensions wiped out before they collect.
I’ve been spending time with my dad in his little retirement village. Most people spend their days sitting in their double wides watching TV. The big parking compound is full of RVs, boats, and other toys that rarely if ever move. These are the people who’ve successfully retired. They have money coming in every month. Sure, some go on little casino cruises, or catch the occasional show, but many do nothing at all.
In the future, most people won’t even have this sort of retirement. Many Baby Boomers expect to work until they die. How does that nourish the spirit? Are their souls dead?
If you want freedom better make a plan and figure out how to get it -soon. The clock is ticking.