OK, maybe I was. Maybe I still am.
But, five years later, the cash flow is working. Yes, it took some new income streams and some good old-fashioned effort, and none of us can predict what tomorrow will bring, but we’re loving this house.
Besides, realism is not my guiding principle for retirement.
I’m sure it’s not realistic for someone my age to hike across the Grand Canyon. But I plan to do so this spring.
And it’s not realistic for two, technology-challenged old geezers (like Shug and me) to start a podcast, but . . . you get the drift.
Oh, and being unrealistic is not the same as being stupid. Stupid doesn’t have a plan.
If you think I sound defensive, you would be right.
But not just for me. I am advocating for any and every retiree who attempts to go beyond society’s expectations.
Yep, failure is a possibility, but maybe it’s not the worst one.
John Greenleaf Whittier said it best:
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’”