My morning reading turned up an article published in The Motley Fool retirees' dissatisfaction with life after w*rk. I should know better, but I clicked.
The first point was that 28% of retirees are unhappy with their lives. I tend to read that as "72% of retirees are happy," but I guess that doesn't attract eyeballs.
Scrolling down a bit, I find the plonkingly obvious statement that not all costs go down in retirement. But then they cite food costs, which is nuts. Food costs absolutely go down. I'm not buying my lunches anymore. Yes, had I been truly frugal, I would have made my lunches at home, but I often didn't have time. And even if I did, there's still the evening meals. I remember any number of nights when the Unindicted Co-Conspirator and I got home late and worn out, and just ordered take-out for dinner. Now, we buy what's on sale this week and can easily devote an hour or two to home cooking. (Hey, Purdue oven-roaster chickens are 98 cents a pound! That's chicken dinner, leftovers, and soup!)
Now, it is true that not everyone is as fortunate as we are. I have friends and family who can't afford to retire, and if circumstances force them to, will be living in straitened circumstances. That's a prospect that fills no one with joy. And yet, the majority of retirees seem to be enjoying life after labor.
The first point was that 28% of retirees are unhappy with their lives. I tend to read that as "72% of retirees are happy," but I guess that doesn't attract eyeballs.
Scrolling down a bit, I find the plonkingly obvious statement that not all costs go down in retirement. But then they cite food costs, which is nuts. Food costs absolutely go down. I'm not buying my lunches anymore. Yes, had I been truly frugal, I would have made my lunches at home, but I often didn't have time. And even if I did, there's still the evening meals. I remember any number of nights when the Unindicted Co-Conspirator and I got home late and worn out, and just ordered take-out for dinner. Now, we buy what's on sale this week and can easily devote an hour or two to home cooking. (Hey, Purdue oven-roaster chickens are 98 cents a pound! That's chicken dinner, leftovers, and soup!)
Now, it is true that not everyone is as fortunate as we are. I have friends and family who can't afford to retire, and if circumstances force them to, will be living in straitened circumstances. That's a prospect that fills no one with joy. And yet, the majority of retirees seem to be enjoying life after labor.