It’s not easy to grapple with the societal construct that we have to work all of our lives and then retire at an age where we can’t even do anything exciting anymore… Like, how am I supposed to go hang gliding off the Andes in Chile at age 65? That’s the age where if you break a hip, you’re down for the count, basically, the rest of your life. Heck, I broke my ankle at 20 years old, and over ten years later, I can still tell when it’s about to rain.Â
Unfortunately, that is the reality we live in, and we have to keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, so, yeah… Could tricking the system into thinking you’re working when you’re really not be the new version of an early retirement plan?


