I’ve never been interested in retirement planning. But I’ve never been in my forties before either.
Now I’m interested. Interested and confused. Confused and apparently in no shape to quit working for good at 50 as I had planned.
My banker laughed at that one. Fifty, it seems, is practically tomorrow in banking terms and well, tomorrow I have to go to work.
My banker is also my friend so he broke it to me gently…
“You’re kidding, right?”
I was. I’ll settle for 55.
But unless something magical happens, I’ll be typing till I’m 62.