Given our focus this week on potentially needing less than you think in retirement, I wanted to throw it back to a post I wrote early last year about “mini early retirement”—also known as “Coast FI” or “Barista FI,” as it implies you’re able to stop adding money to the metaphoric pot, because you’ve saved enough early enough that time will do the rest of the work.
I had an interesting realization the other day:
My entire strategy thus far on my journey to true financial independence (in which my investments create enough passive income to live on, and work becomes optional) was to work high-paying gigs (regardless of passion or enjoyment) and hit the magic number ($1M alone or $2M with a spouse—allowing for a $40,000 or $80,000 annual drawdown, respectively, tax-free and every dollar available for spending) in as little time as possible.
Because of my save rate and projected increase in income, I was on track to hit $1M in less than 7 years—that lands me right at age 33.
“7 years? F*** yeah! I can do that.”
Fast-forward 6 months of grinding 80 hours a week, working Saturdays, waking up at 5, and constantly feeling behind.
Guess what? 7 years doesn’t feel like it’s going to fly by anymore.
Could I muscle through it? Sure. Will I muscle through it? Maybe.
But a big part of striving for financial independence is living an intentional life—clarifying what it is, exactly, you want—and in my discovery phase, I asked myself: Do I want a million dollars? Or do I want control over my time?
Unequivocally, it’s not about the money. The money is just what you use to buy the time.
Where I am now: 25% of the way toward FI
As I write this, my net worth is hovering somewhere around $260,000, which means I’m a little more than 25% of the way there.
Nobody talks about the weird in-between phase of cranking toward FI. It’s this weird high in the beginning: You feel like you’ve discovered the secret to life, and the adrenaline high is powerful enough to make you swear off your nail appointments and non-happy hour-priced cocktails forever.
But then there’s this period that comes later (after your first few big milestones) when—suddenly—you look out at the horizon, and you realize: Shit, that’s still really far away. Sure, it’s happening! Sure, the more you invest, the faster it grows! But damn, there’s nothing like working your ass off, investing like a crazy person, and looking up and going, “OK…only 7 more years!”
The point is, it’s a marathon, not a sprint—so my, “It’s cool, I don’t need time, sleep, a social life, or balance—I’ll work four jobs until I’m 33 and then chill,” plan started to look (and feel) like I was losing the plot.
FI is about optimizing for happiness
…and for me, a big source of my day-to-day happiness comes in those quiet moments—the rare afternoons when meetings get canceled. Saturday mornings when I can take Georgia to the park and not immediately rush home or risk being late for something. Friday nights when I can rest on the couch, watch a little TV, and ignore email, knowing I’m (mostly) free for the next 48 hours.
The more I started to notice my joy in the simple moments, the more I wondered if maybe there was a less extreme way to achieve what I was trying to do.
Simply working fewer corporate jobs and making less money didn’t feel like a great answer, since it would still require me to be tethered to a workstation from 9 to 5 every day, 5 days a week. Whether I’m responsible to one employer or three might make the days themselves a little less chaotic, but it didn’t quite solve the “technically required to be sitting at a desk all day” thing. There may be less work, but my time wouldn’t be mine.
And sadly, I feel too much loyalty, obligation, and corporate guilt to half-ass my work—if my name is attached to something or I’m a member of a team, I take my responsibility to people too seriously for the answer to be, “Care (and try) less.”
The birth of the idea for mini retirement
There was one moment specifically when I remember feeling a little silly. I was talking to a friend who owns her own small business, works her own hours, and genuinely enjoys her day-to-day life. If I had to guess, I bet she makes anywhere from $3,500 to $5,000 per month, depending on her client load.
“So…why are you working so much? What are you trying to do?” she asked me.
“Katie, what are you saving for?”
I launched into my monolithic explanation about financial independence. Early retirement! Endless vacation! No responsibilities! Control over your time! Mission-driven work! Purpose!
She seemed confused.
Frustrated, I changed my approach: “I just want to be able to do whatever I want all the time,” I said, probably expressing my obsession with FI in the simplest terms I had found yet.
It wasn’t about financial independence. It was about independence. I was sure she would get it.
“Hm,” she replied, “Well, I guess that makes sense…but I already do that.”
A thousand records scratched. Cars crashed. Air horns sounded.
“I already do that.”
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