I did some deep thinking about my life, goals and plans over the weekend. Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll be able to reconcile my workaholic personality with a life of freedom. More on that in a moment.
First, we must get to the answers from a couple weeks ago when I asked if you ad your partner/spouse/organism your share your life with are on the same page. Here are some
Reader TinaP may have had the best comment. She is very different from her husband, yet they have found compromise. Also, note how she wove farts into her answer:
My hubby and I are on two different hemispheres. He loves to buy things – he brings things in and I pack it out ? We were married later in life with kids and individual debts, so rather than combining everything we opened a joint “household” account and kept the rest of our finances separate which was one of the smartest decisions we have made. He 100% supports me, without any shaming, in my decision not to spend to desire to become FI and plans when I reach that point. I, on the other hand, am not near as supportive as I should be and am working hard on reminding myself that the FI life is not for everyone and that is ok. We do laugh about farts – and even let them go in public and outwardly blame our kids as we walk away, so we are definitely in the comfort area based on the above mentioned criteria. I just need to let go of the control and appreciate his love for things a little more. Work in progress.
Like so many other Mrs. and Mr. Picky Pincher fell under the spell of a certain mustache:
I think it’s so, so important to be on the same page with your spouse. Mr. Picky Pincher and I also started out reading the illustrious MMM, which really set a fire under our feet to retire early. We’re shooting to retire in our late thirties/early forties, and we never could have done it without being on the same page.
Reader Mary is married to a Wattage Waster as well:
Regarding lights, thermostat, reducing waste in general (order WATER for goodness sakes!), I harp on things a bit too much, I fear. I am the one who scours for a cheaper electric plan, better insurance, cheaper travel options, etc. So I’ve created a monster in some ways. All seems to rest on my shoulders, but I’m also reluctant to give up control. Not ideal in the partnership arena, but at least we don’t fight over competing viewpoints that much.
And Michelle from Making Sense of Cents has survived the ultimate relationship test (you are very brave):
Me and my husband RV full-time, so we are literally next to each other ALL THE TIME. We always get asked if we hate each other. If we did, we wouldn’t RV!
The Trouble with Ambition
A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell. –George Bernard Shaw
I want to buy a house near me that’s in poor condition. It needs a new roof, the weeds have conquered the yard and I suspect that the inside has devolved into an apocalyptic nightmare. Just my type of house! If I manage to get my hands on it, I’ll fix it up and then either Airbnb it, rent it or sell it.
I was talking to a friend recently about my plans for the house:
First, I’ll tear the roof off and put a metal one on. Then, I’ll do battle with the weeds. I’ll put a coat of paint on the outside and then I’ll start tearing up the inside.
Then, I had this thought:
What the hell am I thinking? My current house isn’t even done. I’m tired constantly from working tons of hours. The last TV show I watched was in 2010*. I barely have to time to exercise. What the hell is wrong with me?
So yeah, I already have the next house all planned out down to the colors I’ll paint it, but still need to do the following on my current house:
- paint various parts, inside and out
- finish landscaping
- fix a bunch of crap that has broken in the 3 years that we’ve lived there
- replace the nasty, evil garage door (The door and I have a bitter relationship. It works when it wants to work which is not frequently. It knows when I need it to work most and then refuses to comply. I hate it. It must die.)
So now, I need to be careful. I’ve been ambitious my whole life. I got straight As in college (I conquered you Organic Chemistry 331!). I’ve flipped five homes while having a full-time job. I’ve successfully grown my little writing experiment (you’re reading it now!). I like to be busy, but I wish that I was a little more lazy at times. (Mrs. 1500 note: Me, too.)
Ask the Readers: ???
I have no idea what I should ask now. Hmmmmmm. Come on brain, speak up! OK, chew on these:
- Can you relate; do you enjoy keeping yourself crazy busy?
- Are you happiest when you’re building or achieving something?
- If you’re on an FI path, are you terrified of filling the new 40-50 hour void post-work?
- Can I train myself to sit around and eat Cheetos and watch crappy reruns all day**?
*Unfortunately, it was the horrible, horrible ending to the show Lost.
**Just kidding, this sounds like a horrible way to live.
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