Woe is the lowly millionaire with nothing to do but worry about what might fill up his time:
I’m a 34-year-old father of two living in Regina. My wife and I plan to retire in eight years with a net worth of about $1.1 million. What started out as Freedom 45 has become Freedom 42 — even in a weak economy — through a combination of paying down my mortgage debt and a modest increase in my investments.
As Rhea and I consider the future for ourselves and our boys we have turned our discussions away from “if Freedom 42 is possible” to “What, exactly, are we going to do with all the extra time?’” There’s the mythical image of retirement — the perpetual holiday sitting on a hammock in the backyard, a life of travel to exotic destinations, volunteer work that will reward us in non-monetary ways and a chance for a second and completely different career. All of the above? some of the above? Which will it be?
Whatever he does, I don’t think I’ll be reading about it.