A Mid 2025 Summer Night’s Dream
2025 was always going to be a special year for me, solely because it was my milestone marker on this path towards financial independence. This is the year I was supposed to retire.
2025 was always going to be a special year for me, solely because it was my milestone marker on this path towards financial independence. This is the year I was supposed to retire.
After nearly twenty-one years of being an official adult, I’ve lost sight and forgotten many times the feeling one has when finally deciding upon (or settling on) a profession, be it a job, career, or calling. I didn’t go to college, so I never had the sort of free-range buffer of growing into adulthood that many who attend four-year universities experience, but I did join the Navy, which parallels the teen to adult buffer college affords. Joining the military bought…
In 2015, at the ripe old age of 32, I was promoted to the position I’d been striving for since I decided to make construction a career. I bought a nice home in a nice part of town that same year. My wife also achieved success in her job, rising through the ranks from receptionist to become an HR manager. Things were good. Things were better than good, they were great. Life was great. The American dream was being dreamed….