It is official. I do not have the patience, nor the resolve, to do this every day until retirement. These days go by much too quickly, and I fear that as I become complacent, the days will turn to years, and the years to decades. And in a blink I will be plagued with age and its inevitable restrictions. The World Tour by Sail Fund commences today (at least until the missus finds it). I am taking donations by the by, and they are tax deductible (they aren't).
What about all the books I want to read? The stories I want to tell from the experiences I want to experience? The different roads I want to travel? And the soul I want to nourish?
The best I can figure is to work two years on, one year off, and take the hit come retirement. It's either that or work until retirement, retire with a more than healthy amount of financial wherewithal, and die of a heart attack two years later. Fuck that friends. Here's to trying something different. I will keep you all updated on progress, some kind of pie chart graph thing or another.
Cheers.
