Barring catastrophe I’ll be “retired” shortly, which will be both gift and challenge. In my case I’m so tired I’m re-tired. Tired doesn’t begin to cover it.
Some of my work friends already struck out for other opportunities, and each one says their only regret is waiting so long to do so. Isn’t that how it goes when we’re facing necessary changes? We delay, holding onto the perception of stability even when it’s sucking away pieces of our soul. It doesn’t necessarily have to be something that’s intrinsically “bad”, just the wrong thing for us.
Fine with me. I’m ready. More than ready.
The plan for now is to stop the day job (counting down the days) and invest time and money and effort into building what’s known as a “muse.” I don’t mean a literary muse, though one of those is always welcome. I mean a passive-income project that covers the basics. I’ve tried to develop something along those lines for a long time and have to get it moving now, while I can.
I have a routine doctor’s visit Thursday to refill prescriptions for self and hubster, and hubster just visited the cardiologist with good results. That gives us a few months’ breathing space.
Hopefully by the time we’re up for more we’ll be sitting in a fairly solid position. If I don’t have to drive, we really, really would like to go cross-country. It’s something we’ve been talking about for a while now. Not possible when I’m working a “day” job, obviously, but if dealing with a dot-com environment it’s very doable.