I hadn’t slept, or at least slept well, for a week.
First it was the nasty virus. Then, it has been my mind spinning, playing life out in my head. Even when change is good, even when you control the change, it activates the mind. When the day turns into night, and life quiets down, the mind will spin.
Yesterday, a financial advisor called and left a detailed message, asking the questions that should be asked: how much have you saved? what are your financial goals? how long do you need it to last? what estate do you envision leaving?
All questions that lead one to ask: Does this move make financial sense?
The answer is “no”.
What would make financial sense is to keep working. Take the company pension but take a new opportunity. Or, consult. Do what I know I can do. Bank money for several more years. Delay the dream.
But…
I have done many things that don’t make financial sense (hopefully you have as well). Life shouldn’t be LinkedIn.
Having four kids did not make financial sense. Selling undervalued stock for the first house downpayment. Turning down work opportunities so the family could stay where we were. Or moving, but taking a lessor opportunity in a location better for the family. Lots and lots of decisions that didn’t make financial sense.
Then…
My mind wandered to other’s decisions… Pat Tillman walking away from his lucrative NFL career to fight for his country… my nephew and his wife who decided to build a ministry in the college town they love, instead of moving away and chasing money… on and on…. decisions that did not make financial sense.
Now…
Back to our new journey. Even if I never make a dollar writing, we will still be good. We will live a simplified lifestyle, and live the dream. Every decision shouldn’t make financial sense… and no one should be ashamed of believing in something else, someone else, or yourself.
Sleep came easily…