I’m 46 now, married, and my wife is 54. We’ve got about $1.8 million invested, a paid-off million-dollar home, and both vehicles are owned outright. No pensions, no government benefits other than CPP and OAS decades from now. Maybe an inheritance someday, maybe not.
Our yearly expenses have been in the $60k to $70k range for the past few years, and that includes travel, cruises, festivals, and way too many concerts. Our daughters are 18 and 16, both working part-time and contributing to their education. The RESP is healthy. With more money, I honestly don’t know what we’d do differently. We both work full-time, we’re busy with family, and life feels good.
When I was in my twenties reading The Wealthy Barber, David Bach, and The Millionaire Next Door, I ran every compound interest calculator imaginable and figured I’d have tens of millions by 65. I absolutely loved my career back then. What I didn’t expect was that 25 years later I’d start to dislike what I helped create.
I started my career when the web was young, messy, creative, and full of play. Every new website felt like an event, and designers were rockstars experimenting with tables, Flash, and weird layouts just for fun. It wasn’t about algorithms or conversion rates, it was about expression. Now everything feels sterilized. Social media turned creativity into a popularity contest, AI pumps out endless sameness, and design systems make every site look like it came off the same assembly line. Everything has to be accessible, predictable, and perfectly formatted for little screens with big fonts, leaving little room for experimentation or personality. The magic’s been replaced with metrics. I miss when the internet felt alive, human, and fun.
In hindsight, I’m glad we saved and stayed disciplined while friends were chasing shiny cars and expensive clothes. We just quietly invested and kept our heads down. Now, while a lot of our peers are in their crunch years, we get to sit here in relative comfort, grateful that we built something steady and sane.
So overall, the math maths. $1.8 million and $70k withdrawn yearly is 3.9%SWR. If it's $60k/year it's 3.3%SWR per year. But there's also taxes which would eat into it. Overall though, I've calculated that we could withdraw nearly $100k/year starting in 2 years and easily get to 95 with lots of money in the bank and not touching the house (including CPP and OAK kicking in).
So financially, we're on the cusp of retirement. We're not retired yet but I suspect it's only because things are comfortable right now and not stressful or restrictive. My schedule is very autonomous and I never step foot in my office. My wife just started a business 3 months ago, and it's also flourishing. She's booked 70% of her time with recurring business. But it's on her schedule and her time. She's in control.
I think that finances in retirement feels more like being in control rather than limiting all forms of work. So it feels like retirement (maybe?) but it's surrounded by the responsibilities of parenting. If I "retired" today, then I'd still be a dad doing dad stuff.