But lately I find myself spending an inordinate amount of
time thinking about my demise. I don’t mean that in a maudlin way. Not a ‘Woe
is me….’ kind of thing.
I long ago made peace with the fact that no one gets out
alive. (Not even me, lol.)
But I find it kind of weird to think there is less time left
in front of me than behind me. It’s a concept that never occurred to me before.
I guess you grow up thinking you have an infinite amount of
time….maybe this is all normal age related stuff. I don’t know. I’ve never been
this old before so I don’t have any comparisons.
It all came into crystal clear clarity the day my monthly
financial statement arrived.
The recent downturn (cough cough, she says euphemistically)
in the stock market took a big bite out of my investments. (Disclaimer here: I
know I am very lucky to even have investments. And I do appreciate my good
fortune. But when you see it in black and white on the printed page I find
myself getting a bit more than pissed off that the ‘little guy’ {read: you and
me} take the hits while the 1% keeps getting richer! But I digress……)
Anyway…….after taking several deep breaths and calming down,
I crunched the numbers and calculated at the rate the market is going I have to
die by age 85!
Well, at least now I have a finish date and can plan
accordingly! lol
Willyou throw yourself a going away party?
ReplyDeleteI will probably still be working at age 85! My grandmother turns 101 in a few weeks...so I have those good genes. The downside is that I didn't stash away nearly enough $$ to live that long! sigh.
ReplyDeleteOh Robin, you always make me laugh with these little stories :-) At least 85 is better than 70 or so, right? And I'm sure you'll find a way to keep going, no matter what!
ReplyDeletethere are only 2 certainties in life: death and taxes!
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