I turn 60 next month.
Instead of a big party, my wife and I are heading to New Zealand for six weeks while my eldest son house-sits for us.
I do feel quite sorry for all those people in the USA who have to be satisfied with a two-week holiday per year. What is the point of working so hard if you never get the chance to enjoy it? (This is from a man who has been paranoid about having enough cash in the kitty ever since he realized he was going to live beyond 45…)
As we age, it becomes obvious that we are worse at some things but better at others. I genuinely feel wiser but tire quicker. When I am tired, I find it harder to concentrate. I can see it clearly in my rating on Chess.com.
So these days, I do not work on Fridays. If I can help, I do not think that the logic of working until your balls drop off really helps a business grow—at least, not for long.
I now try to take the five weeks of holiday I give myself each year. My business partner is French, so he is with me. He takes August off pretty much every year.
But this year is special. This year, I turn 60 and make the decision that I want to work long into the future. So, I am rewarding myself by taking the holiday, and I will see you in December.
Dixon.
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