How to STOP doing shit you hate and START retiring TODAY
Retirement Mojo Philosophy: Retirement is NOT an event. It's not a someday. It's not a number with an ass load of zeroes behind it. It's not age 62, 67 or 70 when you can start taking social security. It's not a life of sacrifice until you get the AARP cards in the mail. It's not a time to crawl up on top of your mountain of money, so bored out of your mind that you take a long, long, ass nap until it's time to meet your maker. It's not living in mortal fear when the price of things go up. It's not shitting your Depends over elections because you're worried some ass hat politician will cut your benefits. It's not miscalculating the "numbers" and then burdening your kids to take care of you until you croak. Retirement Mojo (which is night and day different than Trad Retirement)... ...is a process. That doesn't start SOMEDAY! It starts NOW! ⏲️ I don't want to stop producing income. I don't want to sit around picking toe jam out from between my toes. I just want to produce income WITHOUT ALL THE THINGS I HATE! I want to wake up at 4 am without an alarm clock because (almost) EVERYTHING on my list "to do" is something that is a 10 out of 10 on the mojo meter for me! I want to do THAT until the day someone throws a shovel of dirt on my face complete with my shit eating grin! I was 38 the day I started RETIRING. NOT from retiring from producing income! But RETIRING from doing the shit I hated to produce the income. For example: On a mojo scale of 1 to 10... Where 1 is... I'd rather let Marsellus Wallace call his boys from Compton to go medieval on my ass. To 10... ...Where I get a spiritual erection that lasts longer than 4 hours Managing Sales People was about a 2. A constipated calendar oozing with sales calls was about a 3. The rest of my day (at the time) was filled with 8s and 9s. So... I fired my sales people. And challenged myself to figure out HOW to sell stuff WITHOUT the sales calls. The funny thing is... The "figuring it out" part was actually a NINE on the Mojo Scale for me.