One of my buddies, who works in finance for a major bank, told me he recently attended a small group with a few of his good friends from college. During the small group, one of the members began reflecting on his life. He has a good job. He and his wife bought a house in a nice part of Seattle. I think they have a dog. And my understanding is they both have relatively stable employment. They are living the dream. Or as my friend’s friend put it the night of their small group, they are living the life they want to have when they are 35, nearly ten years away.
Can I get an amen?
As new homeowners and expectant parents I can definitely confirm that, sometimes I don’t want to play grown-up anymore. I only get to be in my twenties for two more years. Why am I not living it up? Or in the words of our high school kids, Why am I not YOLOing? Oh that’s right, mortgages and babies mean I have to be…
Retirement wont pay for itself. And last time I checked, my savings account only increases if I show up for work and bank roll our discretionary income. The life I want for my family five, ten, and forty years, limits my ability to live the life I want right now.
I don’t know about you, but that kinda depresses me.
If you’ve been following my blog for a while you know I love my job. That said, it is also the thing that is holding me back the most. If I got fired tomorrow, I wouldn’t go look for a similar position somewhere else. You wanna know what I would do?
I WOULD TAKE TWO MONTHS OFF!!!
Girl Ninja and I would live the dream for the next two months before baby comes. We would be challenged in ways our currently safe, secure, and predictable life isn’t. We’d be sporadic. Spontaneous. Scared. And Excited. We’d be living the dream. A 25 year old’s dream.
As with anything, our journey will have to be about balance. We wont be quitting our jobs and sacrificing our long-term goals anytime soon, but I’ll be damned if I catch my 35-year-old self wondering what the heck happened to my twenties. (pardon my french)