Today, the topic of retirement came up. Mostly we
listened to Dave talk about
how much money he and his wife need to save up before he can spend
money with
his wife's blessings. The number they came up with is $2 million, I
think, which
is a fair amount and enough such that you can retire on the interest.
Maybe it
was $3 million, since Pickering's goal is $2.6 million and he's single.
That kind of talk gets me to thinking about what my financial goals
should be.
If for some reason I should live to be fairly old, but not even then. I
already
have some $400+k, almost all in stocks so it's really paper money. But
assuming
that I should somehow be able to save more, invest in even a normal
fashion,
which is about 15% to 20% increase a year in the stock market. Whether
or not
our stock boom can be sustained or even if it crashes a bit.
Regardless, I can
probably get a couple of million in twenty years and retire at 50, at
worst.
One thing that has always bothered me (other than the pain in my right
middle
finger as I type, I should take a break), is what I would do if I ever
had a
lot of money. What if I won the lottery and didn't have to work
anymore? Would
I quit my job and lead a life of leisure? I would like to think that I
wouldn't,
that I would keep working, give away my money to my family and/or some
worthy
causes, spend some but not that much. But I don't think I have that
kind of
willpower, and that make me sad. For I sincerely believe that I would
change
and become the kind of person that I've spent my whole life running
away from.
The kind of uncaring, self-indulgent, hedonistic sort who I know lies
not
buried deep enough in my soul.
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Anyway, one of the things that scares me is that without
work that carefully
and precariously built house of cards that I call my life would just
fall apart.
Work takes up so much time and such a large part of my life, that it
allows me
to focus my offtime on the things that I really want to do. Take now as
an
example. I have a mountain of things to do at work, cutting back on my
goofing
off, which is primarily reading. That reading pushes a little into my
offtime,
where I've taken on watching a couple more shows, meaning that my daily
video
tapings take me a good four or five hours to view. So I work until
21:00, get
home at 22:00, eat, watch television, read, internet all at the same
time until
03:00; go to sleep, wake up and get to work by 13:30 or so.
There's no time to start the kind of projects that I won't be able to
maintain
over the long haul. Anytime that my work load falls off for a couple of
weeks,
especially during reruns so there's not much for me to watch on
television.
That's when I start the kind of things that, although I want to do, are
not
pressing enough for me to prioratize them. Projects like wargames, or
developing
a program, working on my network, creating a campaign, improving my web
site,
writing more stories, starting a journal. Things that I won't get done
because
they're not important enough for me to really work on them with a
fervered
enthusiasm; and that will have to be dropped half-done as the work
schedule
ramps up back to normal.
My real concern is that I don't have the discipline to really make
something of
myself if for some reason I didn't have a regular job sucking major
portions of
my time. What would really happen, as what happened when I was laid up
for a
couple of weeks after Thanksgiving, is that I would just watch more
television,
play more games, but not get anything constructive done. Too much time
would be
a curse for me, I think I need the lack of time, which focuses me on
getting my
personal stuff done before they build up to overwhelm me. And the
reason that
works is because I need the money that a job provides, that I also like
the job
is a bonus.
So assuming I happen to save up a huge amount of money, would I retire
early?
Well, the answer to that once again falls on my old standby: I don't
expect,
don't think, and perhaps I hope, that I won't live to the age where
that
happens. Maybe deep down inside I'm afraid of being old more than being
dead.
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