Most things about retirement are great. It’s nice to be able to make time to paint almost whenever I want. It’s nice to not worry about getting up early to go to work or to have to go to bed early for the same reason. Up until Aggie passed away last December, having enough money to live comfortably wasn’t that difficult; although we didn’t, even with Aggie, really learn to live within our means. And now, on my own, it is more difficult to spend less than is coming in because of further decreased income. Every month I still spend more than my income. October is looking especially difficult financially, and that is what prompted this post today. So far I have been lucky for the odd unexpected benefit that now and then comes along, but the financial cushion, which wasn’t that great, is now very close to being depleted. No, I don’t want to get a job. Now I want to paint . . . and that’s what I’m going to do. For me painting is not a job, it’s what I want to do, it’s what I have to do. If I’m a starving artist, so be it. I would rather be a happy starving artist than not have the time to paint; even if it means cut backs and doing with less and in some cases doing without.
Am I glad that I retired a little early? Yes, I highly recommend it to everybody. Don’t wait until you are forced to retire. Don’t even wait until you think you will have enough money to retire; unless you are very wealthy, it won’t happen. Just do it. The most difficult thing has been losing Aggie. We supported each other in everything, for more than 39 years.




