As Albert Einstein is said to have deduced, “Time = Money”. I had a growing accumulation of funds in the traditional retirement accounts and contributed regularly, a nice chunk in an investment club that I founded and presided over, as well as other unconventional small hoards of cash for rainy days and holy crap moments. Altogether, these investments brought a hedged, strong sense of a secure fourth quarter, in the game of my life.
Having more than enough money and the assumed promise of a financially comfortable future brings many things; the best being the most important resource, Time. More time to do what you want and how you want, became the winner in my balance of the scales.
My favorite part of how I earned a living was the lack of time structure. If properly managed, I was in control of it. This control (or illusion of) my time combined with more money than was required, created opportunities to take some off, the easiest and often best escapes coming in the form of long weekends, sneaking away for mini-vacations in which to escape normal life.
Our little family took many weekend trips to explore new areas. These short getaway escapes to smaller, quieter places, reaped big rewards and brought us closer together. Sarrah, well, as you can imagine loved the jaunts into the unknown. Packing the car (even) was full of pacing and squeaks of excitement. Sarrah knew when we were loading the car for a road trip. She would pace, pant, bark, twirl, howl and run around the yard with overflowing exuberance like a happy kid at Christmas time.
Nissa and I began to daydream, out loud. We began to wonder about having a little place of our own, for more personal escapes. So we tailored our long weekends toward a search for a vacation property. We pondered over the idea of a second home for many months and found the mental exercise to be a daily life sweetener. If nothing else, the experience of looking and dreaming was a set of nice excuses to explore our state’s rural areas. Despite spending most of my life in Washington, there are many interesting places I do not recall hearing about, let alone visiting. Several I had been to in my youth, some of these favorites deserved another look.
Our part-time explorations came in many forms. Some treks were one-day whirlwinds: Lake Cushman (100 year leasehold only), Twisp (too far away), Leavenworth (a possibility) and Roslyn (recently too popular). Others were simple stopovers’ along our way: Leavenworth (still a possibility), Astoria (more populated), Ocean Shores (too quickly populated, without a sense of soul).
The best of our adventure trips being long weekends, three to four day getaways’. We stayed at Pacific Beach (remote possibility), Leavenworth (yet still a possibility), Moses Lake (too far East) and a few other unmemorable places. Sarrah wasn’t really much help, as she loved going anywhere; any road trip (except over the bridge to the vet) was good and fraught with potential for greatness! As with many worthwhile life experiences, the exploration and pursuit is valuable to setting the stage for the goal. Our adventures were enjoyed, by all of us.