I’ve been sitting with my spouse in recent days and we have been working on goal setting for this new year. Ok… so our net worth has reached a point where the FI is more than solidly present, and the reality is that a plush living standard retirement could be here as well if that is what I were to chose. So given all the freedom of choice, what is the plan?
I want to spend quality time with my new granddaughter.
I want to continue to cherish and build my relationship with my spouse.
My spouse wants to do an outdoor kitchen and gazebo project. Sounds fine with me.
We are going to plan more interesting international trips assuming the Covid Gods allow it. And domestic trips as well.
We gave generously to a multitude of local, national, and international charities this past year, and we will work on doing more in the new year.
I am still working doing a variety of productive things, some clinical work, in leadership, in consulting, and investing in both equities (mostly on autopilot) and real estate (requires some time and attention despite professional management).
But there remains the conundrum of figuring out how much work I want to do going forward. I feel somewhat ambivalent. I’m very good at so much of the work that I do. It makes me feel good that I am contributing, I enjoy the recognition of my expertise, and it is also very highly compensated. We already take a ton of time off to travel and enjoy life. And I practice some of my favorite hobbies on a daily basis. The reality is that I feel too busy. But I do like the variety of the work and at the same time I like being moderately busy with travel, with hobbies, and I also seem to like (need?) to feel the contributions I make with my work. I have been thinking quite a bit about the relationship between my need to work and my need to feel like I matter in this world. Somehow my soul is nourished by knowing that I am contributing, and that allows me to feel deserving of the oxygen that I breathe.
What got me thinking about all this is how busy I was over recent weeks. We are home now for a couple of days, having spent time traveling with extended family over the holidays. In total, there have been 2 international trips, one of them far flung and exotic with some of our kids, and one domestic ski trip to the Rockies. And work was kind of sandwiched in the middle of all that. In reality, I have been too busy both playing and working.
With all of the financial freedom we have achieved, my feelings around designing my ideal life have become more complicated. I remain a work in progress.
I want to spend quality time with my new granddaughter.
I want to continue to cherish and build my relationship with my spouse.
My spouse wants to do an outdoor kitchen and gazebo project. Sounds fine with me.
We are going to plan more interesting international trips assuming the Covid Gods allow it. And domestic trips as well.
We gave generously to a multitude of local, national, and international charities this past year, and we will work on doing more in the new year.
I am still working doing a variety of productive things, some clinical work, in leadership, in consulting, and investing in both equities (mostly on autopilot) and real estate (requires some time and attention despite professional management).
But there remains the conundrum of figuring out how much work I want to do going forward. I feel somewhat ambivalent. I’m very good at so much of the work that I do. It makes me feel good that I am contributing, I enjoy the recognition of my expertise, and it is also very highly compensated. We already take a ton of time off to travel and enjoy life. And I practice some of my favorite hobbies on a daily basis. The reality is that I feel too busy. But I do like the variety of the work and at the same time I like being moderately busy with travel, with hobbies, and I also seem to like (need?) to feel the contributions I make with my work. I have been thinking quite a bit about the relationship between my need to work and my need to feel like I matter in this world. Somehow my soul is nourished by knowing that I am contributing, and that allows me to feel deserving of the oxygen that I breathe.
What got me thinking about all this is how busy I was over recent weeks. We are home now for a couple of days, having spent time traveling with extended family over the holidays. In total, there have been 2 international trips, one of them far flung and exotic with some of our kids, and one domestic ski trip to the Rockies. And work was kind of sandwiched in the middle of all that. In reality, I have been too busy both playing and working.
With all of the financial freedom we have achieved, my feelings around designing my ideal life have become more complicated. I remain a work in progress.
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