I have a love/ hate relationship with Facebook and social media in general – there’s such utter dross on there much of the time, stuff that bears little or no relationship to the truth, huge mountains out of tiny molehills, people being nasty generally but also in a way they would never be to someone’s face.
my husband and I are lucky enough to have been able to retire a little early. We've sacrificed a few years of earning for sure, but we know we have enough to live our rich life, which is visiting our children and grandchildren often as well as trying out new things, for fun not finances. I know we're are really, really privileged to have been able to do this but it would've been so easy to stay doing the norm and work until the last moment, it took a mind shift to step away and we're just so glad we did.
A great decision, if I might be so bold as to say! It makes me think of that meme that does the rounds, about nobody, not ever, having 'wish I'd worked harder/ longer' on their grave stone...
Seconded, Jackie. One of the reasons I retreated from the city job and started writing was because I wanted to be around for my daughter more. She'll only ever grow up once...
Wise words, David! You never hear of anyone who regrets those kind of decisions, huh? The other way around, though... (not that it's possible for everyone, she adds hastily!) Thanks for reading, David! Hope you're well?
my husband and I are lucky enough to have been able to retire a little early. We've sacrificed a few years of earning for sure, but we know we have enough to live our rich life, which is visiting our children and grandchildren often as well as trying out new things, for fun not finances. I know we're are really, really privileged to have been able to do this but it would've been so easy to stay doing the norm and work until the last moment, it took a mind shift to step away and we're just so glad we did.
A great decision, if I might be so bold as to say! It makes me think of that meme that does the rounds, about nobody, not ever, having 'wish I'd worked harder/ longer' on their grave stone...
Seconded, Jackie. One of the reasons I retreated from the city job and started writing was because I wanted to be around for my daughter more. She'll only ever grow up once...
Wise words, David! You never hear of anyone who regrets those kind of decisions, huh? The other way around, though... (not that it's possible for everyone, she adds hastily!) Thanks for reading, David! Hope you're well?