Today my alarm went off at 8:00.
Monday, again.
Wanting to get a jump on the day, I got out of bed without hesitation, showered, groomed, and headed out the door to the subway station. The train was crowded, as always, and I stood in the corner looking at my phone until it was time to get off.
Having gotten off the train, I trudged up the station stairs to be greeted by rain and tourists hauling their suitcases into taxis. Dodging the tourists, I got to the office building, swiped my card, and boarded the elevator.
I sat at my desk, logged into my computer, and entered my arrival time into the weekly timesheet. Having done this, I went to one of the office kitchens to get myself a mug of coffee and a yogurt. A habitual start to the day.
For the rest of the day I ground away on completing some records for 2019 and put together a report that would be due in a couple weeks. At some point in the middle of this I snuck off to the gym for a workout and thereby a reprieve for my body which instinctively needs to move. Come 5:00, I lingered for just long enough not to feel guilty about leaving too early, then headed home to cook myself dinner and relax.
And tomorrow will be much the same.
I just got this job working on the recruiting team at FinancialFirm a month ago. All things considered, I was excited for it. My previous employment as an adventure tour guide allowed me to see a lot of the country, but at the cost of working just about 24/7, dealing with difficult tourists, and getting compensated far too little for the effort. In comparison, this has been a cakewalk so far.
But is this really all I have to look forward to for the rest of my working life? Sitting in an office staring at a computer for most of the day? Aging through the rest of my youth in a low-wall cubicle? The pay is good, the people are nice enough, and they have free snacks and a salad bar for lunch. And already I dream of leaving.
Enter FIRE.
If you haven’t already surmised, the focus of this blog is my own path to FIRE — Financial Independence Retire Early. This movement has picked up a lot of traction in recent years with bloggers like Mr. Money Mustache and The Mad Fientist inspiring thousands of people like me to take the steps necessary to retire far earlier than the traditional age 65—Retire Early—or at least to have the means to quit a job if it doesn’t suit you; to make work optional rather than necessary—Financial Independence.
Now, a little bit about me.
I grew up in the rural Pacific Northwest of the USA. I got a degree in German Studies from a liberal arts college in the area in 2016, as truthfully at the time I was more interested in experimenting with psychedelics and hiking in the woods than I was in pursuing a rigorous course of studies. Following this I moved to Germany to teach English for a year, moved back to the States and got my first taste of office life at a nonprofit in Seattle, quit that job to ride my motorcycle around the country, applied to grad school and got rejected from every university, spent a summer driving tourists around the country as a tour guide, then moved to New York and landed a job in recruiting at FinanceFirm.
At 26 years old now, that just about brings us up to speed.
I’ve spent the past few years trying out a lot of different things, and what I’ve discovered so far is that, whenever you get paid to do something, there’s usually a good reason that the job is compensated. Who would work in an office if they didn’t get paid to do so? Even tour guiding involves a lot of logistics, planning, and answering the same question 500 times (no, you really shouldn’t drink the river water).
My father used to tell me: Work is a four-letter word, after all. I didn’t really understand what he meant until I got a bit older, but I do now. And true to form, dad retired at age 56, having been inspired by an old TV ad from an Canadian life insurance company. Freedom 55 was the slogan.
Which brings us to the Freedom 45 Project. My goal is to beat dad to FIRE by ten years.
I don’t need a lot to be happy. Eating well, exercise, fulfilling relationships, spending time in nature, and expressing myself creatively are just about all I need. And work is a major distraction from these things. My motivation to FIRE really just boils down to this.
Why spend more time on this earth exchanging life energy for money than you have to?
Western culture, particularly North American, is fiercely consumeristic. I don’t need to tell you this; you already know. Many Americans spend not only all of their disposable income, but even more by going into debt. How many people do you know who are living paycheck to paycheck? It’s not only low-earners; there are investment bankers who can barely pay the rent, doctors who take out loans to buy a second sports car, programmers who are floating five figures of credit card debt. And the reason for this is that we are generally conditioned by our culture to inflate our spending to match our income.
FIRE represents a conscious break from this pattern. Rather than inflating spending as income rises, you choose to resist lifestyle creep and instead invest this money with an eye to the future. You buy only what you really need, and pass on the things that you know don’t really make you happy anyways.
At the end of the day, the hope of decades of healthy life to pursue what you want, when you want to, sounds much more appealing to me than working until you are no longer physically capable of doing so in order to buy more things that bring only fleeting satisfaction at best.
Perhaps this sounds appealing to you as well?
See the next post for information about the nuts and bolts of the beginning of my FIRE journey.
The Freedom 45 Project 