Early in my pseudo-career as a blogger, a friend (thanks Wayne!) gave me the best writing advice: Write for yourself.
So I have. This explains all of the fart jokes and related silliness. My writing is a reflection of my personality. I’ve never done SEO or keyword research to try to get Google to like me better. I just write what I want to write.
In some posts, I go a little deeper. In these cases, I’m trying to sort through my own issues. Self-therapy sessions. Today’s question is one of those times.
One thing that I’ve been thinking about lately is that my obsession with financial independence (FI), saving, investing and frugaling has gone too far. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good direction and a wise way to live. However, I’ve approached the limits. When you approach the limits of anything, you’re asking for trouble.
Where are you going this year?
First though, let’s get to answers from last week. I’m currently in Nevada and Arizona, farting around in the Wild West (“wild” == drunken tourists on the Las Vegas strip).
Today, I went to an old mining town called Oatman in Arizona. Later this week, I’m going to Death Valley and Red Rocks.
Last week I asked you about your own travel plans.
Mike Hardy is going all over the place, with a small child(!):
We’re in Singapore now, then we’re going through Sydney, followed by a 5-week road trip from Christchurch through Auckland in New Zealand trying out campervans and a workaway there. After that we’re going through Guam to a 2-week stay in Palau to do a whole lot of nothing, followed by Beijing, Suzhou and Shanghai for sight-seeing mostly as an stopover before we land for a month in Vero Beach Florida to hang with family.
Reader Amanda has some killer adventures lined up (she’s also FI as of June 2017; nice work!):
Currently diving and chilling in Zanzibar…back to the US for 2 months this summer to visit family and friends in WA, CA, OR, and UT. October hasn’t been sorted yet, maybe Slovenia or Rwanda (to see the gorillas) but December/January is Bali and a dive liveaboard in Raja Ampat.
Linda from Frugal Turtle is jealous of my travels and I’m jealous of hers. I love road trips and camping!
Wow! I’m jealous of all your travel plans.
Due to a very bad return trip home after our last vacation we are avoiding any air travel for awhile. Instead we have plans to camp and road trip around our beautiful state (MN) this summer. I love camping and checking out new state parks, so I’m really excited for it!
Done by Forty has some pretty great plans:
-We leave for Africa in May (stopover in Istanbul, then Egypt, South Africa, Morocco, and one night in Lisbon).
-And then Asia for Christmas (Japan, China, Thailand, and Cambodia)
We are going to try to squeeze in a trip to visit family in San Diego, too. But, in full Frank the Tank voice, I don’t know if we’ll have time.
Ya’ll (remember, I’m in the Wild West now) have inspiring plans. The FI community is incredible in so many ways and this is just another example of the superb lives you all live. I’m impressed.
On to this week’s question
One thing that’s been going through my head lately are lyrics from an obscure Smashing Pumpkins tune (The Last Song):
The shards of broken glass,
Sing the strains of a sad old tune,
We’ve made it at last,
But what we had is lost inside our past.
The last two lines are the important ones and reflect my situation.
I’ve made it. I have a wonderful life. I have enough money to last until I’m old and wrinkled. I’ll probably have enough left after I die to leave a trust to help my descendants out with school forever. I have a nice house and good kids. However, all is not well. Recently, Mrs, 1500 said this to me:
I feel disconnected from you.
I replied that I felt the same way towards her. The last couple years have been a death march of rehabbing a house while putting in lots of hours at a job that can have soul crushing stress, all while raising two girls.
Our lives are busy.
Sometimes, when the Mrs. and I are alone, I’m not even sure what to say. By bedtime, we’re so exhausted, we don’t feel like talking. It seems like we’ve lost something. The natural rhythm of our lives is gone. Disconnected indeed.
We’re not headed for divorce court, but I should have taken my foot off the gas. Or not bought a rehab house. Or at least waited to do the rehab work until after I was done working.
It’s difficult. I’m a type A dude. I can work 16 hours straight for days on end, only stopping for sleep, potty breaks and food. Finding balance is hard. Once I start something, I just want to finish it.
Life is getting better. We are almost done with the house. Time is freeing up. Soon, maybe we’ll be back to normal.
So, after all of that, I don’t even have a good question! Shit! Where was I going with all of this?
No matter where you are,
I can still hear you when you drown.
You’ve traveled very far,
Just to see you I’ll come around.
When I’m down.
All of those yesterdays.
No matter where you are,
I can still hear you when you dream.
You traveled very far,
You traveled far, like a star.
And you are.
All of those yesterdays,
–Drown, Smashing Pumpkins
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