So, I’ve gone and done it, with my husband’s blessings.
I’ve picked my retirement date.
YAY YAY YAY
I can’t tell you what a joy it was to actually pick a date! I knew it was going to be between the end of next year, and 4/1/19 (what date I would have to stay to, to earn any potential 2018 bonus.) But the company hasn’t been doing so great the past 2 years, after about 3-4 stellar years, so considering all of the physical crap I’ve been going through the past 1.5 years, it’s just not worth me staying on the off chance I get some typical 40-50% of a full bonus. Just.not.worth.it.
And since staying to 12/31 of any given year has nothing to do with receiving the bonus, I’d rather be done BEFORE the holidays, not right after. And since they like us to quit on a Wed. (pay periods are Th.-Wed.), 12/12 seemed like the perfect day!
Hubby is fine with it.
Of course, this all assumes nothing awful happens to me between now and then, forcing me into retirement sooner. Fingers crossed on that…
I can’t tell you what an instant BURDEN was lifted once I had a firm, agreed-upon date in my head! (no, I’m not telling anyone at work until about 2 months in advance. 2 months is plenty of notice.)
I mean, I feel so excited, so aimed with laser focus (and related joy!)
WOOT WOOT WOOT!!!