From the back cover of my new book:
Are you fearful you’ll never be able to achieve what you hoped for in life, especially in retirement? That is, if you can afford to retire at all?
Do you wonder who you will be if you are not who you were in your career or job?
Are you afraid either you or your spouse won’t know what to do with unscheduled, free time?
Are thoughts of retirement leaving you panicked and depressed?
Mike Bellah says the secret to a happy retirement is not more money but the identity and dreams you have carried since childhood. In The Best Is Yet To Be, he shows how to discover the calling and resources to make your retirement dreams come true.
Coming in 2019
See Introduction below:
THE APARTMENT FLOOR
“You’re no good. You’re no good.” My words, mixed with some embarrassing tears, sounded childish and vaguely familiar. They brought memories of what psychologist Philip Zimbardo called “past negatives,” traumatic experiences from years gone by, forgotten during good times, but all too real when life turns hard.
It was a sunny Saturday morning in June 2016, just a few weeks after I had taught my last English class at Amarillo College. I was lying face down on the floor of a small efficiency apartment supplied by the generosity of a friend (we had sold our home of 36 years and were mid-way in the process of building a new one). And I was in tears. Literally. Not one given to such outbursts, I was also ashamed. Not because of the tears but of what I thought one of the stupidest decisions of my 67 years. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I had just gotten off the phone with a friend who told me why my usually upbeat loan officer had appeared so worried. “He’s afraid the committee won’t approve your loan,” were her words. What? Six months before I had sailed through the preapproval. And now I had more assets than then—a 401K, monthly teacher retirement payments, equity in some rental properties. Everything but—she finished my thought for me—“You no longer have your professor’s paycheck.”
It was my first lesson in retirement economics. Bankers don’t care about net worth; bankers care about cash flow. And my cash flow—the money I had to spend each month—had taken a hit. A big hit.
Funny how quickly things change. At the end of May, I had stood at the top of Atalaya Mountain overlooking Santa Fe and Northern New Mexico’s beautiful Rio Grande Valley. There, I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. Surrounded by students and colleagues with whom I had experienced some of my happiest times, the climb was to be a capstone, a fitting conclusion to life as a college professor and the beginning of a happy retirement.
It wasn’t just the elevation in Texas that was lower now. My feelings, my hopes, were on the floor with me. “You’re no good. You’re no good.”
My loving, normally compassionate wife found just the words I needed. They went something like this:
“You’re not doing this. Get up and figure it out.”
I did—do something about it, that is. My book tells the story.