My retirement came as a bit of an unplanned surprise. The people I had working with me in my business became either sick, disabled or died, and I was suddenly alone, with no easy way to replace them. I was depressed for about 6 months, then we bought the property in Okeechobee and I came alive again. I'm working as hard as ever, but it's on my terms, at my schedule, and for us.
My wife hasn't retired, but she has cut back. She loves her work (she's a physical therapist with home-bound patients) and has often said she'd do it for free if they weren't so anxious to pay her. Over the next couple of years she'll cut back some more, but I don't think she'll quit until she's physically not able to do it any longer.
We have everything paid for and are selling a commercial property to finance the Okeechobee project, so we're OK there. We have enough income to retire moderately, but not enough to afford toys or serious travel. So, the plan is to still bring in some income -- on our own schedule. Betsy will still see a few patients, and I plan to dismantle a car at a time in my future barn, and peddle the parts on EBay. I have 5 VW Rabbits with many valuable parts just waiting for the day, as a start. My research shows that everything sells, from wheels and transmissions to door handles and dash boards.
I can't imagine a better life. A few hours on the tractor, a few hours making things I want, a few hours taking things apart without having to put them together again, and a few hours on the computer selling the stuff, then being able to shut it all down and take off in the motor home for a few days, whenever we want to. Betsy is an avid quilter, so she's happy wherever we go. I can't take my tig welder along in the motor home, so I'm thinking about signing up for some art classes at the community college, even though I've never held an artist's brush or pastel in my life. I don't have to be good at it -- I just like the doing. I suspect I can make nice frames...
Life is good. But, it was a hard road to get here.