Hello Fellow Human Beings!
Recently I’ve started to feel a little blurgh about where my time is going. I look around and a week has flown by and I can’t tell you what it is I’ve done, other than blobbing on the lounge, consuming copious amounts of TV and takeaway food. I don’t feel like I have achieved anything. Don’t get me wrong, I am not aiming to become Prime Minister of Australia, climb Mount Kosciusko, or take on Elise Perry for her title(s). However, I would like to be able to say I achieved (insert ANY achievement) today.
So, this blog will be a way to explore how I spend my time, an investigation into how I want to spend my time, and will also probably touch upon personal finance topics, because, let’s say it all together now, *time is money* (or at least until we reach the Star Trek utopia where our “species decided to abandon currency-based economics in favour of some philosophy of self-enhancement”)!
Hop into the “Enough Time” Machine and we’ll take it for a whirl. The engine’s a little flaky, and the raise shields mechanism is stuck at “lowered”, but if we potter around in near space for a while as we get to know each other and the rest of our crew, we’ll be safe enough.
So who’s on this ship? I’m Mrs. ETT – captain of the vessel, still learning what all of these rings and dings and pulls do. Mr. ETT – he only has one foot through the door at the moment, and we all know how dangerous that is in space! Also along for the ride are 2 inter-dimensional beings from the enoughtimeto satellite planet of Laze. These Canis Minor are named Frank and Jelly. Both have purrfected (I’m sorry, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity) the art of doing absolutely nothing they don’t want to do, at times they want to do it. I suspect they are along for a laugh.
Mr. ETT and I are in our mid-forties, and balance each other out to each bring home roughly the average Australian wage. We have no progeny – the only other living things on our journey are Frank and Jelly. Having already achieved the RE lifestyle (can you Retire Early if you’ve never worked a day in your life?), I can’t speak for why they are here. Perhaps they’ll deign to explain themselves one day.