When I grow up.

So, this I what I am sure of: when I retire from my current position, I don’t want to start a second career. I want to work for my self and have a go at turning this crafty goodness into my livelihood. I know I want to wear jeans everyday and not have to punch the clock.  

I can see myself designing knitwear, getting published and going on the circuit. The problem is, I worry about having the financial freedom to pursue these things. I really want to retire in 2016 but I don’t think we will be where we need to be to make that leap. 

There are so many factors left to consider. Where? The state I choose to retire in is now up in the air. I know I don’t want to stay here and the boy goes back and forth about returning the Illinois. It’s too expensive here for me to live off my pension. The problem with Illinois is that his family is there. I want to try Colorado but want my kids to have stability through high school. 

All these possibilities push “when?” further and further away.  Will we be ready in a year and a half? I doubt it.  If I get promoted, it will be at least 5 years. Some days I want to see how far I can make it… I could be colonel and that thought is mind blowing. That situation pushes retirement out to ten years from now. 

Growing up is hard. I don’t like it… at. all.