What Will It Be Like?

I've realized that the next seven to seventeen years are going to bring some huge changes to my lifestyle. Since the years seem to be going by quicker these days, that's not that far away. At any point during that time frame, I could retire. The later I wait will obviously mean an increase in benefits. However, here's where the quandary hits. Will the life/work balance be worth waiting? Will waiting make a crucial difference like allowing me to travel more? Or, will it just mean I have a little more money to have some extra entertainment at home? I'd also point out that I don't plan on completely retiring. As long as I'm healthy, I plan to continue working as a tax professional because I really enjoy that job and my clients. It's also a good way to keep my brain active because I'm constantly learning something new due to the complexities and constant changes of our tax code. These last few years of working all year long for the majority of every week are certainly going to be interesting.

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Not My Typical Stroll

I had a fairly normal day at work. I heard some sirens, but, that's not unusual with my office being on one of the main paths to the local hospital. I thought they had just gone by on their way to someplace else. That someplace else happened to be the opposite end of my tiny strip mall. I walked out of work to head for the bus stop and encountered an active crime scene. It turns out that I was only four stores away from a shooting and never heard the gun shot. Thankfully, the suspect is in custody and I don't have to be back in the office until Monday morning. This is Saturday evening as I write this. This is the closest I have been to anything like this that will be in my memory. When I was really young, a neighbor of ours accidentally discharged his weapon because he was showing his kids how to clean a gun. The only issue was the guy had a live round in the chamber. Five minutes earlier and that bullet would have gone right between my Mom's eyes. Just hearing that story when I was old enough to remember her description of everything is enough to send chills down my spine. It's no wonder that I have never had an interest in even touching a firearm.