TL
R: I’ve essentially reached my minimum FIRE number at 54. Why don’t I feel more excited?
In my 30s, I had a serious health issue. I survived, obviously, but it changed my outlook. At the time we had two young kids, and it forced me to think hard about what would happen if I wasn’t around. That experience pushed me to set a goal of being able to retire by 55. I figured frugality was the best way to provide for my family if **** happened — and if it didn’t, having a lot of retirement savings would be a pretty favorable outcome.
My wife and I were always savers and generally debt-averse, but after that we doubled down. We stayed in our first house, drive older cars (currently a 2012 CR-V and a ’93 F-150 are the daily drivers), buy used when it makes sense, and have kept lifestyle inflation in check. We do have a couple of indulgences — a woodstove-heated 1970s cabin in the mountains and a restored 1976 Monte Carlo — but overall we’ve lived pretty modestly.
We’re essentially debt-free now and nearly done cash-flowing our youngest child’s college. My wife is a civil servant, and I run a nonprofit recovery community center that I started 10 years ago. We’ve never made huge salaries, but through steady saving and investing we’ve reached the point where one of us could retire now — and both of us could likely retire within 2–3 years while maintaining our current lifestyle.
So here’s the part I didn’t expect:
I’ve basically reached the minimum number I was aiming for… and I’m not particularly excited.
No fireworks. No big emotional payoff. Just… okay.
Is this what “One More Year” syndrome looks like? Or is this something else?
In my 30s, I had a serious health issue. I survived, obviously, but it changed my outlook. At the time we had two young kids, and it forced me to think hard about what would happen if I wasn’t around. That experience pushed me to set a goal of being able to retire by 55. I figured frugality was the best way to provide for my family if **** happened — and if it didn’t, having a lot of retirement savings would be a pretty favorable outcome.
My wife and I were always savers and generally debt-averse, but after that we doubled down. We stayed in our first house, drive older cars (currently a 2012 CR-V and a ’93 F-150 are the daily drivers), buy used when it makes sense, and have kept lifestyle inflation in check. We do have a couple of indulgences — a woodstove-heated 1970s cabin in the mountains and a restored 1976 Monte Carlo — but overall we’ve lived pretty modestly.
We’re essentially debt-free now and nearly done cash-flowing our youngest child’s college. My wife is a civil servant, and I run a nonprofit recovery community center that I started 10 years ago. We’ve never made huge salaries, but through steady saving and investing we’ve reached the point where one of us could retire now — and both of us could likely retire within 2–3 years while maintaining our current lifestyle.
So here’s the part I didn’t expect:
I’ve basically reached the minimum number I was aiming for… and I’m not particularly excited.
No fireworks. No big emotional payoff. Just… okay.
Is this what “One More Year” syndrome looks like? Or is this something else?