I'm the Rat Race Refugee
I'm the Rat Race Refugee. Or, to be more accurate, I am hatching an escape plan.
After being Mr Corporate for 30 years, I have just realised that I may be able to join the FIRE revolution (Financially Independent Retiring Early).
This is a blog about my transformation from Mr Corporate to Mr Rat Race Refugee. The transformation is all about control. Control of my finances, control of my health, control of my TIME.
I am a year away from hitting the magic age of 55. In the UK this marks the age you have to be to get hold of your pension, and, thanks to government de-regulation, getting hold of your pension means you can do what the hell you want with it.
As you will see in future posts, I am not the kind of guy to blow it on fast cars and drugs (although I may pop open a bottle of cava). I will go into details later, but I think I have enough to live on and, if my investment decisions are good, enough to grow the pot and leave a wodge to the kids, or at least drain the inheritance in a better class of nursing home.
So change is afoot and I have the feeling that changes will be big and scary. Like a real rat, or Pavlov's dogs, conditioning is powerful. I have been conditioned to wear a suit and take my monthly rewards in a pay packet. Soon I will have no-one telling me what to do and no-one providing me with a reward. I have to take control....
After being Mr Corporate for 30 years, I have just realised that I may be able to join the FIRE revolution (Financially Independent Retiring Early).
This is a blog about my transformation from Mr Corporate to Mr Rat Race Refugee. The transformation is all about control. Control of my finances, control of my health, control of my TIME.
I am a year away from hitting the magic age of 55. In the UK this marks the age you have to be to get hold of your pension, and, thanks to government de-regulation, getting hold of your pension means you can do what the hell you want with it.
As you will see in future posts, I am not the kind of guy to blow it on fast cars and drugs (although I may pop open a bottle of cava). I will go into details later, but I think I have enough to live on and, if my investment decisions are good, enough to grow the pot and leave a wodge to the kids, or at least drain the inheritance in a better class of nursing home.
So change is afoot and I have the feeling that changes will be big and scary. Like a real rat, or Pavlov's dogs, conditioning is powerful. I have been conditioned to wear a suit and take my monthly rewards in a pay packet. Soon I will have no-one telling me what to do and no-one providing me with a reward. I have to take control....

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