Do you worry about your retirement?
Imagine being 70.
I’m a very much a live for the moment kind of person. I don’t mean this second, I think that would be tiring, but this month or year in life. I don’t tend to dwell on the distant future, but a few comments recently have been made around me which got me thinking a little bit more.
A secure future
As someone who is fairly into investing, you’d think I’d be thinking about that secure future through bonds, stocks or whatnot. Well it didn’t really cross my mind, since most of my investments are shorter term with the idea of paying for experiences or travels within the next five years.
But now I hear certain friends talking about their pension plans. Paying more in here and there. Discussing how the government has screwed them over, repeatedly. An air of insecurity not knowing when or how they are going to retire.
Eight years ago I moved to the place I call home now, which means I am slowly accruing a pension pot. However I never actually imagined I would stop working, merely reduce it and maximise income with those engagements. As things stand, I should get the equivalent of 715EUR a month when I hit 65, would that be enough? Most have to make do.
So with this quiet murmur around me, I tried to picture myself in that future. It didn’t feel comfortable, something wasn’t fitting but I couldn’t quite feel what.
Sell by date, use by date
Imagine I don’t ever really retire, my parents are yet to in their 70s after all, and so there I am in my late 60s looking around for work.
It’s obvious that we’ve been educated to think that we as humans have a certain sell by date. After all each country has a retirement age, and is that for our benefit or someone else’s?
This has rippled through society where I come across people over 30 who are already worried about their employability. They may have had a career break or simply wanted to break their career after realising their employers aren’t the best, but fill they won’t be able to find a way back in — most not having a problem after all.
But this is a time when we know how to work, we have the experience and the calmness (hopefully), and actually we should be maximising our hourly rate so that we can relax later on. Surely I’ll be able to do that.
Outside work
The biggest worry though is how to fill that time. What to do with those extra 37 hours a week, at the very least. Have you got that social circle already or will you have to get out there and create something new?
Some people have been craving to put their feet up, sit back and indulge in TV as much as possible after a lifetime of physical work. There are also those that can’t switch off, and the TV turning on won’t dull their need for mental stimulation.
At that age, it’s the beginning of friends leaving you. Permanent goodbyes not of going abroad sorts. Some younger than others which is the way of life. Those rituals I have now, of coffee, cake and stronger stuff may be forced to discontinue.
Will I still be running or playing football? Or would I have substituted those with something else that would somehow fill that adrenalin void.
One thing that strikes me now is how places change. Will I want to be in the place where I live now where I have created many of those time filling activities. Cycles along the coast, walks to the beach, hikes up the mountain?
Ultimately, all I can hope now is that I stay healthy in both body and mind to be able to worry about that at 70, because that in itself seems an achievement.