For the first time in nearly 30 years, I’m living the life of a semi-retired person. I’m not entirely sure what that means, but it all began about six weeks ago. That’s when I parted company with my employer after a little over fourteen years of service. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there. I think we were great for each other. I learned a lot, contributed lots of value, helped many people advance in their careers, and enjoyed the fruits of success.
I often counsel people to remember that in any organization, large or small, every day could be your last. Many probably think I’m being a bit dramatic with this advice. While not speaking literally (well, maybe I am), the main message is to be prepared for a sudden exit, either by your choice, or the company’s.
My departure was my choice and the process took a few months. Heeding my own advice, my wife and I were well prepared. We’ve saved and invested (sometimes wisely) for our entire life, lived simply, and recently wrote our last tuition check (a big milestone in any parent’s life).
My friends congratulated me on my early retirement, but I was quick to push back.
I’m definitely not retired, although I have let the term, semi-retired, roll around in my head. It seems accurate, for now. “Semi” opens the door to a world of options, and sets a high bar for what I’ll choose to do in the future.
What’s next? I’m not sure, and I kinda like it like that.