It’s spring! Flowers are in bloom, the air is warm and vitamin K is plentiful. During this time of year, I make it a point to hangout in the park across the street from the building of my 9to5 – even if it’s only five-minutes. Philadelphia is so pretty this time of year.
Yesterday, two women, probably in their 50s, sat next to me on my preferred bench. They were in a lively conversation. It’s kind of hard not to eavesdrop on a conversation when you’re sitting so close. I’m finishing up the last pages of The Calum when I hear, “I can’t wait to retire. There so much stuff I want to do and learn.”
Retire. There was that word again. I swear I heard that word at least ten times in last three days. There is something about that word, about that concept that I just don’t like.
We work until we’re sixty-two because that’s what we are told that we have to do. So, we do it. Our time and financial freedom belongs to whoever employs us. I’ve been working since I was 14 – my time and financial freedom has always been in someone else’s hands. #NoBueno
Endure bullshit now but after x-amount of years; we can spend our time doing whatever you we’d like. IMO, retirement is a lie. And we shouldn’t use it as an excuse to defer living life.
I want to own my life now, thank you very much. I’d like to work, hang with my family, workout, and travel – when I want.
That’s why I’m so glad I was introduced to Rodan + Fields. This side-hustle is helping me feel in control of my life. I feel like I can begin dreaming again and my time and financial freedom is no longer decided by someone other than me.
It’s was time to get back to my 9to5, but at 43, I’m beginning to own my life.