here is the dig=
i retired at 51 and my bud waited 3 years to retire. we were going to go all over hunting and fishing. he lived 4 more years. go while you can do it!!! i had 20 yr before i had trouble with altitude, and had to stay low.
i never had a problem with nothing to do. but i do know the different strokes thing is real. some folks just need to have that structured life. [ and some have not planned well]
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to drive the point home----the year before i retired 2 fellows that had waited until they were 65 to retire died the year after they left. another that was going to wait 2 years to retire died the year i left and 2 years before he got to retire.
This scares the shit out of me. Been trading my labor for money since before I was 14, I just turned 53. I've always seen a light in the end of my tunnel, a vision, but I've always felt the to urge to go a little farther, save a little more, work a little more, good things come to those who wait, sacrifice now...you know the ant and the grasshopper story.
I've been blessed to be able to do and aquire most everything I've wanted but always feel under pressure, under the thumb of someone, and have this damned feeling that my body is gonna sputter out before I can do the things I truly want to do.
My eyesight is going to shit, cannot tie a Palomar knot without glasses, joints ache, fingers are getting slow and fumbly, short term memory is noticeably declining, etc.
I'm not worried about keeping busy, I'm worried about being physically able to do the things that I want to do. That's mainly walleye fishing and hunting almost everything. Guess my nest egg isn't big enough to comfortably say F-it, but it's sure becoming much clearer that you only get one shot at this life.
Seems as if Pink Floyd's song "Time" sums up my feelings, except I haven’t had too many dull days.