On the edge of the cliff, poised to jump

The best is yet to come.

— Me

In a week and a half from now I will be giving my two-week notice at work. After 15 years in the workforce I will be calling it quits for good (for now at least). The term most commonly used is FIRE, Financial Independence, Retire Early. I’m beginning to think of it as the Life: the next phase. Like most big changes in life I expect it to have its ups and its downs. I am convinced that when I settle into a rhythm that whatever I find will be more meaningful and rewarding than what I have been blessed with so far. It may be a bumpy ride getting there; good thing I enjoy change in life.

#FIRE, #retirement, #freedom, #gratitude

Introducing myself

The best is yet to come. -Me.

I couldn’t say where I picked up this tagline, but I have carried this sentiment of optimism with me for two decades now. Life, with its ups and downs has been pretty great to me, but I choose to believe that there is always something better around the corner. This leads me to daydream big. My husband has learned to laugh ruefully at yet another “what if we spent summers in a new country each year?!” but also appreciates the eternal and often misplaced optimism “maybe tonight is the night the baby will finally sleep!”.

That isn’t to say that things are always great or I am always happy.

The last few years have actually been a roller coaster and the last six months especially so. As other parents may related, the highs are higher but the lows are significantly lower. Layer on top a growing sense of time being finite (hello, late 30s!) and a realization that fulfillment and meaning in life aren’t going to come from my career, I feel like I have a good amount to unpack. Blogging is cheaper and easier than therapy, so here we are.

#zerotohero