After moving to the house I live in now and selling my truck, I started acting like a teenager. I didn’t worry about money (let alone retirement). I wasn’t responsible. I drank too much beer.
Some of those issues have come home to roost. I gained weight. I have an old debt nagging me. I have no retirement money.
The new job offers me a 401k with company match. The salary is enough that I can work on the old debt even with a car loan I just took on. I’m going to buckle down and be a grown-up. <Sigh> That’s not what I wanted to do with my life. 😀
I’m cutting way back on eating and drinking out at bars and restaurants. I’ll sign up for the 401k as soon as I’m eligible. I may have to put off buying any new bikes for a while. I’m even considering selling the Big Dummy now that I have a car.
Diane has triggered some of this, but she didn’t ask me to change. It just seemed to be the right thing to do. She will probably outlive me. I don’t want her suffering and broke after I’m gone.
This still isn’t the “simple living” I envisioned a few years ago. Diane doesn’t live that way. It’s hard to say that I do when I have five bicycles and two laptops.