marko
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A bit of a rant here on aging which is why I put this in ‘Young Dreamers’ but it could also apply to you OMY’ers, the “will I run out of money?” folks and a few fence sitters.
Note that this is not a complaint or request for propping up, consolation or insight; just writing this all down makes me feel better (I think) with the hope that it might inspire some to get going.
Here goes:
Turning 40 didn’t bother me. Turning 50 didn’t bother me. Turning 60 and even 65 didn’t bother me at all.
But now, I’m 66 and will soon be 67. Wow! THIS is bothering me. A lot!
I find myself now thinking: “In 3 years, I’m going to be 70!!! Heck, in 13 very short years I’ll be 80!!” The other day, someone was doing some work for us and said “You won’t have to think about this for 20 years now”. And it hit me: In 20 years--if I’m lucky--or unlucky depending--I’ll be 87 years old.
Short story: I’m starting to see the horizon and I don’t like it one bit! Not one bit at all.
I’ve often mentioned the older guy I was chatting with at a bar once. He said: “So, you’re 60? You need realize that even if you live to be 90, you have 15, 18 years at best of good summers left. After that you stop doing things, have medical issues and just don’t care about things as much...enjoy what you got”. Well, those “15, 18 years” are now more like 8 or 11.
Now, as far as longevity, I may (big ‘may’) be in luck. Mom is 89, sharp as a tack, still drives, pretty good shape physically and is fully independent; her father hit 92 and her grandfather lived to be 104. True to that guy’s observations however, for the past 10 years she doesn’t do much except go out to dinner, shopping and sit at home reading and watching TV. She still flies to Florida each winter but once there, she’s pretty sedentary and doesn’t even like sitting at the pool anymore.
But as DW points out, mom kind of spoils us. I have no guarantee that I’ll be in her kind of shape in 20 years. I’m in pretty good shape (played full contact hockey twice a week until I was 50), look 10 years younger (so they say) with no major health issues--as of yet. But unlike mom, I could just as easily be in a wheelchair drooling at that age.
But still. More and more I find myself thinking things like: ‘well, in 25 short years it won’t matter to me one way or the other’.
The great gift I was given was being forced into RE at age 52 and it’s been a really great, fun adventure for the past 15 years. But here’s the thing: those 15 years have gone by in a flash and I say: “In another of those ‘flashes’ I’ll be 82.”
So. I guess my point is for all of you out there who are sitting on the fence, doing the OMY for the 5th straight year, worried about running out of cash and so on: STOP WAITING. It’s later than you think! Go for it. Time is NOT on your side. Even as one of the lucky ones, I still can’t beat father time.
Note that this is not a complaint or request for propping up, consolation or insight; just writing this all down makes me feel better (I think) with the hope that it might inspire some to get going.
Here goes:
Turning 40 didn’t bother me. Turning 50 didn’t bother me. Turning 60 and even 65 didn’t bother me at all.
But now, I’m 66 and will soon be 67. Wow! THIS is bothering me. A lot!
I find myself now thinking: “In 3 years, I’m going to be 70!!! Heck, in 13 very short years I’ll be 80!!” The other day, someone was doing some work for us and said “You won’t have to think about this for 20 years now”. And it hit me: In 20 years--if I’m lucky--or unlucky depending--I’ll be 87 years old.
Short story: I’m starting to see the horizon and I don’t like it one bit! Not one bit at all.
I’ve often mentioned the older guy I was chatting with at a bar once. He said: “So, you’re 60? You need realize that even if you live to be 90, you have 15, 18 years at best of good summers left. After that you stop doing things, have medical issues and just don’t care about things as much...enjoy what you got”. Well, those “15, 18 years” are now more like 8 or 11.
Now, as far as longevity, I may (big ‘may’) be in luck. Mom is 89, sharp as a tack, still drives, pretty good shape physically and is fully independent; her father hit 92 and her grandfather lived to be 104. True to that guy’s observations however, for the past 10 years she doesn’t do much except go out to dinner, shopping and sit at home reading and watching TV. She still flies to Florida each winter but once there, she’s pretty sedentary and doesn’t even like sitting at the pool anymore.
But as DW points out, mom kind of spoils us. I have no guarantee that I’ll be in her kind of shape in 20 years. I’m in pretty good shape (played full contact hockey twice a week until I was 50), look 10 years younger (so they say) with no major health issues--as of yet. But unlike mom, I could just as easily be in a wheelchair drooling at that age.
But still. More and more I find myself thinking things like: ‘well, in 25 short years it won’t matter to me one way or the other’.
The great gift I was given was being forced into RE at age 52 and it’s been a really great, fun adventure for the past 15 years. But here’s the thing: those 15 years have gone by in a flash and I say: “In another of those ‘flashes’ I’ll be 82.”
So. I guess my point is for all of you out there who are sitting on the fence, doing the OMY for the 5th straight year, worried about running out of cash and so on: STOP WAITING. It’s later than you think! Go for it. Time is NOT on your side. Even as one of the lucky ones, I still can’t beat father time.