This week, in a fit of "What If", I calculated m potential income from Social Security.
It is a bit of a pipe dream at this moment - after all, I still have some time to go until I can even think about taking the lower level of Social Security - but I was curious about what the number was.
I harbor very few illusions about retirement - if I get that far. At best, it will be a quiet retreat from a world that will have outpaced me even more than it has now. If I am extremely lucky, it will allow me to live in peace and silence.
(I am sure The Ravishing Mrs. TB has plans for travel. I am okay with travel - in small amounts. In my best world, I never go more than a day's drive away from home.)
If I am less lucky of course, there is no Social Security and no retirement and I am certainly not left to my own devices by society. Which will be sad, of course, but there is only so much I can do to prepare. Barring a complete societal break down, one does the best one can.
I can see a life that involves almost no interaction with society at large, or only the interaction that really want. No silliness from social media. No news about items I cannot control (and which may be marginally true at best). No government reminders of how grateful I should be to pay my taxes.
I am sure that it will not be everything that I want it to be. But I am finding that my wants are very few. Perhaps my wishes will finally meet reality