Word. I enjoy enough of my action to keep my head in the game and not burn out, but yeah by early 50’s I want to be out of the rat race with a handful of independent income streams and investments to secure the rest of my and mrs subways lives. Not exactly a grandiose dream. not easy, but it’s not like I’m aiming for a net jet share to whisk me around the world in my 40s and 50s. ill even fly coach sometimes
and yes I look in the mirror a lot now that I have dropped from 230 to 188 in the last several months. I love myself deeply and completely without reservation, and with just enough humility to enjoy looking in the mirror instead of loathing it.
i also donate a significant chunk of my earnings. All we are doing Is grabbing a piece of the capitalist/consumer system to set up a comfortable and adventurous second act. Think any of this really matters? I donate because it makes me feel good. I spoil friends and family and strangers cause it feels good and I love seeing the joy of those around me whether It’s a playoff game, a killer meal, or even flying bonzer across to pacific to come hang with all of us on Kauai
ever have a friend or loved one tell you they have never been happier before in their lives as a direct result of your actions and generosity, or have never had such an epic experience, and felt that wash of gratitude about being able to provide such moments to people? i recommend it.
semi-affluent smug virtue signaler OUT